All posts by Robin

Originally from little Woodstock, Virginia, I’ve led a nomadic life-style that’s taken me on a great big circular ride around the globe. From the Shenandoah Valley to Las Vegas, visits to Europe, the Caribbean and across the United States; only to end up here again at my childhood home, almost fifty years later. I began sharing my written stories with my friends and family after the death of my very best friend. There are some stories that I can’t tell yet because the characters are still living. But with his passing, he became fair game. And from that, came me sharing a lot more of myself. Heck, people seem to enjoy reading my ramblings. I hope that you will also.

The Talent Show

Just like a lot of other people, I ingest news on a daily basis, from every possible media source. Internet, television, newspaper and radio. The ‘paper’ selling headlines are filled with death, destruction, and unthinkable crimes. The race for political office, millions of illegal aliens, mass murder, ACLU this, ACLU that. Continue reading The Talent Show

Rachel and the Little Boy

(My wonderful Goddaughter and I went to Costa Rica a couple of years ago.  Here’s the actual email that I sent to our loved ones back home.  OK, you’re right, the edited email.)

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So Rachel and I went to the beach today for the first time. A short walk down from our hotel. The sand at this stretch of beach is dark brown/black from volcanic rock. Lots of waves..lots of surfers. Not for swimming. After we double coated Rachel with 9000 SPF, she did what women do. Lay and bake, read a book. Turn over. Repeat.

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Bike Hikes

Back when I was ten, eleven, maybe twelve years old, me and my best friend would plan bike hikes, usually on a Saturday morning, to explore different local attractions.  But not the ones that you’d find in a travel brochure. Back in a time when you might tell a parent that “I’m going over to Mitch’s house” and then take off on your spider bike, no helmet, no kneepads, no money, no cell phone, and best of all, no worries. Continue reading Bike Hikes