Robin CarrinPandemic DiariesGrandma’s ThreadI’m sewing together a mask out of a handkerchief and some elastic. Not surprisingly, there are people all over the world doing this same…Apr 10, 2020Apr 10, 2020
Robin CarrinPandemic DiariesA Good InvisibleI am so breeze-blown comfortable so as to feel invisible. Glad my life is simplified down, down to the basics: chair, desk, electric fan…Aug 13, 2019Aug 13, 2019
Robin CarrinPandemic DiariesKen Berry, I Remember YouKen Berry has died at age 85. I saw it as I glanced at the newspaper the other day. His familiar face brings back my ’70s childhood. He…Dec 13, 2018Dec 13, 2018
Robin CarrA Summer Night, 7:46 p.m.Can’t bear to be alone in this perspiring sky any longerJul 16, 2018Jul 16, 2018
Robin CarrinPandemic DiariesThe Holidays…Finding Meaning Amid the Chaos (You mean, you don’t feel holly-jolly?!)The end of December, and it’s almost enough to make me almost hate almost everybody. But I don’t hate anybody. I just can’t take having to…Dec 22, 2017Dec 22, 2017
Robin CarrinPandemic DiariesIn My Fifties in the Twenty-TeensBeing Fifty-PlusAug 14, 20171Aug 14, 20171
Robin CarrFrom a Youth to a Young Man…Stepping Away From MommyIt’s like the break-up of a steady relationship, with the all the grief and withdrawal, but in this case, the split is supposed to happen…Jul 26, 2017Jul 26, 2017