by Robin Farnsworth | Jun 16, 2013 | Love, Redemption
It was clearly a man’s world, the hardware store in downtown Old Greenwich. And I felt part honored and part trespasser when I followed my dad through the door . It was Saturday morning, part of a ritual my dad kept, probably to keep himself grounded after a week of...
by Robin Farnsworth | Apr 21, 2013 | Hope, Loss, Redemption
Crowds cheered. Celebratory fireworks went off, hundreds marched down Commonwealth Ave. singing “USA” and “Sweet Caroline.” In the distance, church bells triumphantly rang out. Cars honked and teenagers waved American flags. The mayor tweeted, “We got him!” What was...
by Robin Farnsworth | Mar 10, 2013 | Hope, Love, Redemption
March is beautiful somewhere. But not here. I’ve always been a big defender of the month nobody loves because I was born right near the end of it. Hence the name, Robin, as in “first sign of spring”, although with global warming the robins have become confused and...
by Robin Farnsworth | Feb 9, 2013 | Loss, Love, Redemption
Jermaine was running late. He had forgotten his wallet and had to backtrack. I sat in the prison parking lot and weighed my options. It was cold out, and I was nervous. Sitting in my car looking at my phone would be a poor way to kill time. I watched as yet another...
by Robin Farnsworth | Dec 18, 2012 | Hope, Redemption
I still remember the little nativity figures crowded together in the cardboard barn. What a strange mishmash of people, and animals too! After I got big, my mother told me they were nothing special, my parents bought the set at Woolworth’s, but to me they were like...
by Robin Farnsworth | Oct 15, 2012 | Love, Redemption
The big wooden posts in my back yard were perfect for hanging bird feeders and windchimes. They faced each other like goalposts and even had several rusted hooks in place, at one time meant for clothesline. I’m not sure what drew me to bird-watching last summer, but...