
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

The Stories We Carry
No, there was no way her brother could be on this side of the dirt . . . or was there? Eyes almost shut against the tears that threatened, Glory peered through her lashes into the late afternoon sun. Her brain barely registered the man as he stumbled around the corner and disappeared behind By the Book, her home that doubled as her bookstore. Sitting there in her favorite position in her decades-old business, she set one label after another on her mental scale, offsetting its weight against her guilt, before dismissing it in favor of another more pernicious, heavier name to call herself. Something more fitting for what she had done, for all she had left undone. What those forthright characters from Roll of Thunder would never have done, though it was so like them to “revel in the now” and make the most of each moment.
Glory imagined her once-upon-a-time best friend flipping her ponytails over her shoulders, cupping her hand over somebody else’s ear, and muttering, “Poacher. Thief.” She wondered, What other names would she call me if she knew? Liar . . . impostor?
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.


When God Took My “But” to California
Last spring 2023, I was invited to be a keynote speaker at the 2024 Vision Christian Writers Conference. My first thought? She asked the wrong person. How embarrassing to have to explain that I was the Robin with the “W.” between her first and last name, not the...

Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt Stop #8
Welcome to the Christian Fiction Scavenger Hunt! If you’ve just discovered the hunt, be sure to start at Stop #1, and collect the clues through all the stops, in order, so you can enter to win one of our top 5 grand prizes! The hunt BEGINS on 3/14 at noon MST/2 pm EST...

Opening Up
Part of our renovation included adding an entryway to our home. You can’t imagine how I felt when this antique piece we’ve had for years fit just so with only a whisper to spare. Relieved, excited, grateful…I just had to hug somebody, so I threw my arms around Think...

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.”...