Family – robin maderich – write-brained scribbler and crafter-on-the-loose

Christmas thoughts in May

Anyone who’s read less than half my blogs will still recognize how much I love the Christmas holidays. It’s May now. May 22nd, to be exact, and the temperature at 12:06 is still 49 degrees. I’m debating with myself as my fingers grow chill and I put tights on under my sweats, whether I shouldContinueContinue reading “Christmas thoughts in May”

Every Picture Tells a Story

Don’t it? I’m listening to Rod Stewart’s cd of the same name right now. It was a birthday gift, along with Gasoline Alley, Dan Fogelberg’s The Innocent Age, and a FunkoPop Dobby—actually holding a teeny, tiny sock! This past weekend, I celebrated my birthday with all my kids (three sons and two significant others). FourContinueContinue reading “Every Picture Tells a Story”

C is for Constant

Like the ringing in my ears? No. Well, yeah, sure, if it helps the point. When we are very young, the constants in our lives seem so very certain. Or maybe just my life. As a child, I had been privileged to live a life where I didn’t experience a ton of fear and insecurity.ContinueContinue reading “C is for Constant”

Facebook Failure

What’s a Facebook failure you might ask? If there were a picture of me somewhere on this website, you’d be looking at it. I started with Facebook some years back at the behest of my publisher. You know, need to make those social media contacts, after all, and toot your own horn about your “accomplishments”.ContinueContinue reading “Facebook Failure”

Milkshakes & Memories

On the 2nd of June, I drove up to Secaucus, New Jersey, parked in the hot parking lot, and headed on over to the train station. I felt rather proud of my confidence as I purchased my round trip ticket to Penn Station, stood with the rest of the people waiting for the train, and boarded. WhenContinueContinue reading “Milkshakes & Memories”

Fenwick, Food and Family

Sunset at Fenwick Island the evening before I arrived–my brother Ron took this splendid photo Stepping out onto the screened porch very early this morning, I gasped as my lungs sucked in the cloying atmosphere. Nevertheless, I closed the door to the air-conditioned house behind me and continued toward a chair. The moist carpet stuckContinueContinue reading “Fenwick, Food and Family”