by Robin Farnsworth | Dec 24, 2015 | Hope
I heard the bells ringing as I crossed the parking lot,and there, in front of the Salvation Army stand, was a middle-aged man in jeans and sneakers, wearing a Santa cap with white cotton balls across his brow, chin and upper lip. His face was obscured, so I’m not sure...
by Robin Farnsworth | Nov 1, 2015 | Faith, Loss, Uncategorized
Sunday morning. I swung the back door open, the door Rosie always used, but this time she circled the car three times, stopping at the door for a few seconds then looking up at me, and walking away. I knew what it meant. But the last time she circled she took a small...
by Robin Farnsworth | Sep 24, 2015 | Blog Post, Faith, Hope
I plugged in the iron and flipped the small cabinet open in the kitchen, releasing the ironing board. It was one of my favorite things about that house in Yarmouth. It was the first house I ever owned, bought with a small down-payment of borrowed dollars from hopeful...
by Robin Farnsworth | Aug 3, 2015 | Faith, Uncategorized
This blog turns four years old this month and I wonder: Have I run out of meaningful things to say? Am I repeating myself? I told a friend I had writer’s block the other day, and she said I should write about having writer’s block. And I replied: “I already have.” (A...
by Robin Farnsworth | Jun 19, 2015 | Blog Post, Hope, Loss
The cat died. I keep looking for her as I step outside or pull into the driveway at night and then I have to remind myself: she’s gone. I saw it coming six months ago when she stopped grooming herself and her plush soft fur turned into matted dreads with leaves and...
by Robin Farnsworth | May 19, 2015 | Blog Post, Faith, Redemption
“Our Father who art in heaven, Harold be thy name…” No, not Harold. It took my sister several years to realize God was not named Harold. Harold was our uncle. And why was the guy in the robe named Father? I thought our Father was Dad… My first memory of...
