Wrap Party


As the end of the year approaches most of us reflect. Some digress. You decide.

Still Writing

In 2016 I completed a book length project, and have been trying to find the right literary agent for the work. A difficult prospect at best, I’ve learned a lot about Social Media involvement, which is a requirement, it seems, for publication these days. Social Media has felt like living inside an ongoing episode of The Real Housewives of (insert city here). It makes me feel anxious and aggressive much of the time. Despite this, I have continued to write and post some blog content that is similar to the way I write, but not exactly the way I write, because I’m always worried some person I’ve never met who happens upon my words will leave a comment like the mean spirited, rude shit I see all over the Internet Every. Single. Day.

Twitter Love

My very first follower on Twitter was a group that publishes the work of writers who have mental illness. I should have known this would be the case.


Ok, I know what FB does with their data, and they are seriously naughty. I’m late to the party on this one, but I showed up (albeit) kicking and screaming. Continuing to have a Facebook page is a daily decision, and not one day passes without me saying to myself, “Why am I here again? It feels like my brain is being sucked out of my ears. Where did the time go” It makes me think I should just go outside and play.

Post office

The United States Postal Service and I continue our uneasy relationship. I love to read, and so a plethora of books came to live at my house this year. Some were used, others new. Most were damaged because of the common denominator—my asshat of a mail carrier who shoved them into my mail box like he was a participant in a psychiatric study reinforcing the diagnosis that there are just some twisted fucks who will always try to cram a square peg into a round hole.

One year later, after multiple discussions with Station Managers, Regional Vice Presidents, and even a nasty gram to the Postmaster General, I’m happy to report, my guy is putting all packages, no matter the size, on the porch. Just at the edge of the rather large porch mind you, so whenever it rains, which is often, my packages are completely soaked, but they are not bent. It’s the little things, right?

Miscellaneous Shit

I’ve traveled some this year, which always opens my mind to new things and reminds me that we humans are all the same. We all want to be loved, and we all want to find home, whatever that means for each of us. Also, I use a lot of anti-bacterial sanitizer, or as I call it, “Hand Sauce” Some people call me a germophobe, but the truth is, I catch things easily and don’t recover as quickly as I used to. This naturally means that sick people gravitate to me. I’m the person most likely to be sneezed at, or coughed on. It’s like people with cat allergies that are kitty magnets.

I was with a family member when she died this year, and for the last three weeks of her life. It was the biggest gift I received in 2016. For me, the most precious honor is to be trusted enough to witness and bear another person’s transition.

In 2016 I stood tall and strong for my family. In many ways, I took charge when others couldn’t, and it showed me, completely, the woman I am and always have been.

Wrapping Up

Lastly, 2016 is the year I decide I’m no longer combing my hair, and this time I really mean it. Many of my friends know me as a “tender headed” kind of girl, but I’m sensitive all the way around. Luckily, I have my hair cut in a way I can mostly get away with this, but I am saying this for the last time. I am done combing my hair.


I do still have unanswered question about many things. Some cannot be answered, I know. Among those, how could our country have elected Donald Trump? It seems like a dream I might wake up from any day now, but alas, I think not. More important things weigh on my mind though, like how is it possible that I’m still unable to spell occasion without spellcheck? This is a big deal for a writer. I mean, come on. English major. Seriously. Also I wonder, if asshat and clusterfuck are one word or two. This is the shit that keeps me up at night.

Very Lastly

I wish you LOVE and an extremely prosperous new year, whatever that means for you. I appreciate your attention to my words in 2016, sincerely. Robin



To All Who Labor


hats off


To those of you who drive in gridlock traffic, spend your days working to support yourself and your family, and still find the energy to do the things you love to do, you have my sincere respect and admiration. This thing that you do on a daily basis is a skill in which many of us fail, some of us, miserably. I fail at it miserably, and it confuses me because I have a killer work ethic.

Give me a list of tasks to do around the house, and I’ll hammer it out piece by piece. Ask me to run an unreasonable amount of errands: I’ll create a mental plan and unconsciously map a route to ensure its completion. Present me a writing assignment, and I will plant myself in front of a keyboard for as long as it takes to finish the job. But set me up in a traditional job with time clocks and dress codes and suddenly my skin doesn’t fit right.

When your skin doesn’t fit right anything can happen. Those of you, who’ve had this experience, know what I’m talking about. It’s a restless, anxiety-ridden place but one also filled with possibility. It motivated me to write an entire book about my massive failure at traditional jobs, and when I got brave enough to own my failure, I was able to make some incredible discoveries about myself. I’ve become an expert at failing and continuing to stand, thrive, and succeed anyway.

And so I come to write this blog, which is so much harder than just getting a job and sucking it up. So. Much. Harder. A blog should have a theme and the one I’ve chosen here, for the most part, is about work and vocation. This sounds like the worst possible thing for me to write about, but it feels right, for now, because I’m not trying to jump out of my skin. And when we talk about vocation, I think, not job but more about our life’s work. The thing our soul/internal wisdom/heart has decided is important for us to work on this time around. That, my Friends, is a big deal.

So, I hope we can continue the conversation wherever that happens to find us. In the mean time, to all of you who suck it up and show up for your jobs however that occurs for you, I bow before you, the hat is off. You rock.