What if I was wrong then? That I didn’t remember that children don’t do what you say, they become who you are. What if I couldn’t remember that shame programs start in our formative years? Until like last month, I was at the beach reading in my beach chair under my pink umbrella. [...]

I don’t care. I care so deeply. To be right? No, I don’t care. I don’t care to prove, defend, explain. I don’t care about assumptions and unbendable beliefs. There’s no opportunity to share my truth. The doors are closed, and I’m hanging in the hallway of shut doors. I don’t care about [...]

Summer is still like a bike ride. I’ve got this Schwinn fat seat cruiser with a basket. My only rule for the downhills: feet off the pedals, legs in a V formation, and GO. I wear dresses when I ride now because I never would have worn a dress before on a bike. [...]

Today, it’s Father’s Day. I’m in my dad’s house in my dad’s bedroom. Nobody’s in the room but me. The rules changed in a moment. No one asked. It was just known. My mom’s accident was right before they built their new house. My dad went ahead with it. He’d say, “We might [...]

Come home. You’ve been out there long enough. I’ve been in the process of being Robin all my life. Life is always tossing me a life raft. Some days are easier than others. Some days the raft needs a little extra air. But my best beauty comes through when I realize that raft [...]

Olivia left her study abroad program early due to the pandemic. A year later, I suggested she return to complete the experience. Boldly, she agreed to go without the structure of a program and students. She got permission from her new job and rented an apartment for two months. Being the great mother [...]

This February, in a healing session, my teacher—who reads energy in the profound way that only she can—said, “Robin, it’s imperative for your future to travel somewhere warm like the Yucatán before the New Moon on March 2nd.” Then she said it again. I’d never heard her use the words imperative for your future. [...]

Happy birthday, my Stella. With everything, there’s flavors. Stella likes chocolate. My loss tastes like metal. Cold. Stella is twelve years old, waiting for me on the curb, tapping her fingers on her watch. I promised her five dollars every time I was late picking her up from school. “Five bucks, please,” she [...]

Sometimes, you feel like you’ve paid your dues. You’re good, and it’s going to be smooth sailing ahead. Last week, as part of my Breathwork certification, I gave a practicum to the teachers, mentors, and fellow students. “You’re good to go,” the mentor said after our sound check just moments before the session. I [...]

I’m going home to be with my Dad and sister. It’s Christmas time. This is my second Christmas without my then husband. And my first Christmas in twenty-two years without our girls. I should be sad to go, and somehow, I’m not. I’m in a really strange place. I’ve been petrified to be alone. As [...]