by Robin Farnsworth | Jan 14, 2018 | Dementia, Loss, Love
My eyes snapped open as I heard the soft creak of the stairs, the gentle whoosh of the front door, then a few minutes later, an engine turn over. As it idled for a minute, my husband rolled over next to me. “Why does she do that?” he asked in a...
by Robin Farnsworth | Jun 9, 2017 | Hope, Loss, Love, Redemption
Pawwwwwt Chestah!! I can still hear the conductor holler over the clack and rattle of the train and the steady kachuk kachuk kachuk of the wheels on the rails. Port Chester, Rye, Harrison. Back then, in the 60’s, it wasn’t an odd thing for a little girl to ride the...
by Robin Farnsworth | Feb 14, 2017 | Hope, Love
Like most Hallmark holidays, Valentine’s Day, a day that supposedly promotes love, has a high probability of doing the opposite. Ok maybe not promoting “hate” – how about just plain old anxiety/depression? I’ve noticed a trend in health care over the last few years....
by Robin Farnsworth | Sep 28, 2016 | Love
I slapped the new magnet to my fridge. It wasn’t easy finding a Vermont magnet with cows on it. My husband and I just returned from our anniversary trip up north, choosing Vermont this time. It’s well-known to C.B. but it’s been a good 40 years since I...
by Robin Farnsworth | May 5, 2015 | Blog Post, Dementia, Loss, Love
A printed card means nothing except that you are too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than anyone in the world. And candy! You take a box to Mother—and then eat most of it yourself. A pretty sentiment. —Anna Jarvis Anna Jarvis. You probably...
by Robin Farnsworth | Oct 22, 2014 | Hope, Loss, Love, Redemption
Molly was my best friend, hands down. We met at Mrs. Krumick’s desk in third grade, as I watched her staple her thumb, then stare at it in disbelief while I waited for her to scream, but she didn’t. Molly was blond. Her mother was the only single parent I knew back...
