Robin Dance
Southern as sugar-shocked tea and in a scandalous affair with her college sweetheart, Robin is mom to two in college with the third almost there. She believes the kitchen table is a sacred alter, first classroom, and safe refuge, where the currency is spoken in love and good food. She hates "cooking close" and shoe shopping (gasp!), loves snail mail and surcies, and finds holy communion where sand meets surf. She's also rumored to make the best apple pie in the world. In addition to writing at robindance.me, you'll find her at The Art of Simple, {in}courage and Deeper Story.
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Someone On Your Side

It was a winter of my soul, that season. The kind where you look like yourself on the outside, but your inside is hollow. Obsidian. Though I had never understood depression – I typically sidled obnoxious with a perpetual silver linings perspective – I was sad, marrow deep. Tormented, really, by circumstances beyond my control. Not a life and death thing or infidelity or financial ruin; and, thankfully, it had...

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Love at the Table

I still remember the first time I met her, emerging from the shadow of her garage to meet us at the car. Her eyes were the same piercing blue as his; or rather, I suppose, his, hers. I think I told her so right then. I don't know if he and I were in love yet but we were headed in that direction; he brought me home to meet his parents, after all. Obviously, something was...

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Simple Neighborly Acts

The first time I saw our street, it reminded me of a cross between Charleston's splashy Rainbow Row and The Truman Show--tall and long-but-narrow houses neatly arranged on postage-stamp lots, one after another after another. The house itself was a pie slice of the home we had lived in previously, but seasons change and it was the right thing at the right time. I wondered how we'd handle living so close to others....

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Begin Again

I love fresh starts. Clean slates. New beginnings. Love 'em. That's a good thing because we've moved to a new place three times - two cities and even a new country - over the past 12 years. I'm well acquainted with freshening my starts and cleaning my slates. I've learned how moving is, indeed, a clean slate catalyst. This must be why I love a new year. It's our chance to begin again,...

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Last Minute Hospitality

It was a last-minute plan, and I suppose when it's last minute, it's hardly a plan at all. We're in one of those seasons when life is complicated. A lovely way to dress that up is to compare it to the weather when we lived in Germany--whatever was forecast often had little to do with the actual climate. Temperature was usually close to the bullseye, but precipitation? She was as fickle as a hormonally-challenged...

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A Confession of a Ragamuffin Princess

I am not a tidy Christian. My faith is tried and tested, battered and bruised...a totter of belief dogged by doubt. There have been seasons I've flirted with walking away from it all (as if I could), thinking it a better way to raise my babies and order our family, but toying with dangerous thoughts and heretical ideas. And yet... and yet... God. When I've slogged through those valleys of...

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The Ministry of Countenance and True Hospitality

Wisdom lights up a person’s face, softening its harshness. ~ Ecclesiastes 8:1b There is great possibility in face-to-face encounter. ~ Jean Fleming, Pursue the Intentional Life Have you ever thought about how much your appearance and expressions are communicating something to those around you?  What is it that you have been saying when you haven't been speaking? It was Jean Fleming in her transformative work, Pursue the Intentional Life, who first scattered seed for an idea that rooted quick and deep...

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We Are the World

In the preschool classic, "Are You My Mother?" a baby bird hatches when his mother is away, and the poor little fella begins a journey to find her. He asks everyone - and everything - he meets, "Are you my mother?" Imprinting is instinctual; at the very core of who he is, Baby Bird is driven to find a bond, an attachment, love…and it's natural that he'd do so with his mother, the one he's physically...

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A Little Gastfreundschaft {German Hospitality}

"One of the most incredible God-gifts I've ever received came by way of my husband's new job. His company was building a huge manufacturing facility near our home in Tennessee, and while it was under construction, he would train in Germany for a year or so. In other words, at mid-life we would have to - get to - live abroad."Living in Europe is a very different animal than vacationing in Europe, so...

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On Magic, Tradition & Sacred Tables

    With all my heart I believe in magic. Oh, how I hope we're the same, you and me. Not rabbits out of hats or the dark and mystical, only in the sweetest sense of the word-- The things that steal my breath, explode my heart, and make me want to burst into an ovation of gratitude; seriously, those closest to me know I clap (or jump) in the presence of magical...

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