by Becky Robinson | Apr 19, 2011 | Inspiration
Summer mornings on the shore of Lake Michigan. An expanse of sand. Beach towels stretched out side by side. Plastic buckets, shovels, and sieves. The lifeguard: white boat, brown oars, orange jacket. She faces the beach. We face the water and the rising sun, our back...
by Becky Robinson | Apr 12, 2011 | Inspiration
My room measured 10 by 6; my window looked out across the academic quad. Stoddard Hall, one of the two oldest buildings on Miami University’s campus: my home for my junior year of college. I chose a single room. My sophomore year, I worked as a Resident...
by Becky Robinson | Apr 3, 2011 | Inspiration
It’s bedtime. The girls are asking for a story. My repertoire of stories is limited. I’ve told them all lots of times, they want new ones, and I can’t think of any. Tell us a story about you and Daddy, they say. Okay, I say: Have I told you about how Daddy asked...
by Becky Robinson | Mar 29, 2011 | Inspiration
My old friend John Sellards is doing something big, bold, and exciting. He’s leaving his job at the university where he’s worked for 12 years to launch his own design business. John’s main interest is designing for the music industry; he has an...
by Becky Robinson | Mar 20, 2011 | Inspiration
Not long ago, a wise friend sat across the table from me. “The most important people in your life,” she said, “are not on Tweetdeck.” I took out my pen and wrote down her words. I didn’t need to. Her words seared into my memory. I will...
by Becky Robinson | Mar 18, 2011 | Inspiration
I like being safe and comfortable. I like to stay home, put on sweatpants, and snuggle with my girls. I like sleeping in my own bed, with my own pillows. I like sitting in my favorite chair with my feet propped up. I like: predictable routines — pizza on Friday,...
