I'm Robin, and I'm glad you're here. There are a few things you should know about me if we're getting acquainted.
Writing is how I make sense of the world. It's how I process my emotions. It's how I remember to buy milk at the grocery store. I write things down. Always have, always will.
To be fair, there are many other things I habitually do. I drink milkshakes. I get wet when I'm rained on. I find myself consumed with sundry OCD-triggering tasks, like cleaning my house even though we still live in it. Surprisingly, none of these actions rose to the surface as potential blog titles.
But the habitual act of writing? Yes, that sticks. God wired me to write, and through my writing, I feel his pleasure.
In my professional life, I teach college public speaking and writing. On the home front, my three daughters keep my life full and my husband, Joel, highly outnumbered. I revel in pulling things together, whether it's a DIY project salvaged from repurposed materials, or fragments of thought stitched into a cohesive narrative. My relationship with running resembles an adolescent romance: on-again, off-again inconsistency and periodic swells of great affection. I brake for garage sales, take immense pleasure in a well-organized closet, love good books, and periodically attempt to give up sweet tea. (I haven't yet entirely succeeded.)
My most defining characteristic -- the one which most deeply influences my actions, speech, and overarching life outlook -- is that I am a follower of Christ. I love God. He loved me first. I get the better end of this deal, by far.
I appreciate order, structure, and time for reflection, which are three desires in diametric opposition with the reality of parenthood. This blog is my space to explore the average moments that make up the bulk of daily life, parenting, and work -- and to find humor and faith within them.
Thank you for joining me here!
