Rooted in the Soul of the Story
In the wee hours of the morning more than twenty years ago, my restless baby boy and I plopped down at my desktop. There, bolstered by a few chocolate chip cookies, I started writing about Granny B and her life in the fictional town of Spring Hope, North Carolina. The time, place, and people sprang from the stories I heard at my grandmas’ kitchen tables where I learned what happened if I touched my Kool-Aid before finishing dinner, not to sweep someone’s feet, how to make cornbread taste like pound cake, and the all-purpose uses of Vaseline. Their faith, life lessons, and life’s longings shaped my parents and inspired me to write novels that are rooted in the soul of the story, illustrating man’s timeless love affair with God. And if you need to know how Jesus’ love pursues me even as I stand at the kitchen sink, bake chicken casserole, and homeschool my children, read my fiction, follow my blog, and sign up for my newsletter. So, consider yourself at home. Stay a while!
Blessings!
Robin
God centered, Family focused
Blessings! Robin
God centered, Family focused
Dysfunction Junction
“What time is it?” Annabelle’s voice quavered as she studied the shadows huddling under the sliding board in Lincoln Park. She expected the streetlight at the corner to come on at any minute, and she didn’t think her four-year-old legs could outrun those mis- shapen silhouettes if they had a mind to chase her. They were in spitting distance of home, but her fear made it feel much farther.
Apparently unperturbed, Frances Mae peeled off the paper from her second block of Hubba Bubba and popped it onto her tongue. Her teeth worked at the gum until she could chew more easily. When she opened her mouth to speak, she wiped a bit of spit from the edge of her lip. “Mama’s not expectin’ us any time soon. She likes time to herself after she closes the store.”
They both knew their mama wasn’t going to be alone for long.
ABOUT Me
Though we’ve homeschooled up and down the East Coast, Hubby and I sprouted from Southern soil and will always be rooted in North Carolina. The South flavors our faith, our nine-member family, and my fiction—not to mention my food.
Wall-to-Wall Love: A Renovation Story
Three years ago, I got it into my head that what our dining room needed was wallpaper. So I googled orange (I know…right?), and the world opened up to me. Not so, said Hubby, who closed his eyes and his wallet. “Let’s take some measurements and estimate the cost.”...
Picture Perfect
I don't remember this photo. I believe my daddy took it one Easter Sunday morning nearly my lifetime ago. My sisters seem to be working hard to make sure I sat still long enough for him to capture this moment. They’re not the only ones who worked hard. My folks made...
Soul Satisfaction
Our Oscar is one of the most particular dogs I know, especially when it comes to food. He had to try several dog food brands ranging from ridiculous to reasonable before he finally “agreed” to one. My parents are raising his brother, Michael. He hasn’t met a treat he...
Fertile Ground
Right before Thanksgiving, Mama told me she had loved my grandmother well. Not merely a lot, but well. “I cried at her funeral, but I didn’t break down,” she said. “I knew I had done everything I could for her while she was alive.” Now, I know how much she misses my...
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