Welcome to Robin's website!

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."

IN LOVE. IN WAR. IN '44.
For the past 12 years, I have been tracking down a true story of love and war, and I've been amazed by what I've learned about evolving social attitudes among the Southern gentry in the 1930s and 1940s. Not to mention what I've learned about the most lurid theater of war in World War II...
This is the best way to buy Starbucks.
              When we went to France one time a few years ago, I spent six months preparing to speak the language. I went to a tutor, listened to tapes and weeded the garden while practicing useful phrases such as, “Ma soeur a un crayon jaune…My...
              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!