by Robin Farnsworth | Jun 9, 2017 | Hope, Loss, Love, Redemption
*** Dear friends- in the beautiful but sometimes perplexing spirit of Father’s Day, I am reposting this from 2017. I pray it will bless and minister to someone! Pawwwwwt Chestah!! I can still hear the conductor holler over the clack and rattle of the train and...
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 | Sep 11, 2011 | Uncategorized
I grew up surrounded by three brothers, GI Joes and machine-gun spray, which was mostly spit. I learned to belch, whittle and I know what a half-nelson is. Then I went on to raise three of my own boys, admittedly more secure in their boy-world than my own vague...
