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Robin is an award-winning journalist who specializes in humorous essays for newspapers and magazines. Her essays have been collected in the popular gift book, “Chivalry, Thy Name Is Bubba.” Formerly a feature writer for the Richmond Times-Dispatch, Robin recently produced a new collection of essays called “Bush Hogs and Other Swine."

              Majority Leader Eric Cantor’s loss in a primary two days ago to unknown college professor Dave Brat came as the result of a confluence of events.             Mostly, the loss can be...
How did this thing end up in the yard?
  One task begets another task, which in turn begets another... Nine-year-old tv has shadowy mountain range across the middle. Professional football passes are blurry. After many hours of research, concluding with sage advice from Electronic Wizard Brother, homeowners buy a new tv, not the one...
Dotty's tool for peeling apples (hahaha)
  One time my friend Dotty, wife of Buck Fevre, gave me a mechanical kitchen tool that no home should be without. No home, that is, that needs an excuse to laugh hard enough to wet one’s pants. I used to be able to work mechanical gadgets, you know, like wheelbarrows, but lately I’...
She's not Charlotte
           They say the mental exercise of doing crossword puzzles wards off dementia. Working a crossword puzzle often requires you to think about clues from different angles. “Oh, that’s a verb, not a noun…” Cricket and I work crossword...
Barn spider with prey
           The barn spider who spins a curtain across our back door every night has caught me in his web, at least figuratively. His industry and skill as he brings home the bacon fascinate me. The center of his web is eye-level, and I pause frequently to watch him...
Barn spider
This exquisite, scary creature builds an orb web across the corner of our back door every night. If the light is on, he ends up with an all-you-can-eat buffet of moths and other flying insects. When the sun comes up, he strikes his web and scrunches up in the corner of the doorframe, unnoticed by...
Cats Know How to Do Nothing
I did something on Labor Day that I haven't done in a long time: nothing. Nothing of consequence, that is. It was, if you remember, a gorgeous day for it, a crisp, breezy morning after a rainy night, and then a warm, sunny afternoon. For some wonderful reason, my responsibilities failed to nag...
Got "Bush Hogs" and "Bubba" all packed... I'm off to speak to the Society of the Colonial Dames of America!
Doing his laundry is a deal-killer.
My husband, Cricket, has a whole raft of friends who enjoy teasing him about Katherine Bolling, his baby daughter. Recalling Cricket's frisky days as a bachelor, these friends predict that he will not be so indulgent of boyish behavior and rampant hormones when Katherine Bolling is 16. They...
Daisy and Gyp
  The family room looks empty. Two big dog beds are washed and put away. Two big dogs are buried out back. Gyp and Daisy, two dogs other people didn’t want. Losing Gyp marks the end of an era. Her life spanned the era of Cricket and me working and raising our daughter surrounded by lots...