Identity

As I sat down with my husband one evening, I found it difficult to speak the words I had been processing in my head all day . . . I can no longer to teach my fitness classes. It was just a few days prior, I had received the shocking news from an orthopedic doctor…Continue reading Identity

One Year

One year ago today, in the early morning of July 5, 2016, I awoke to the sound of my dad’s voice saying the words, ‘Robin, she passed.’ I sprang from the bed and glanced across the hall where my mom lay. Her chest no longer rising. I walked to my dad standing in the hallway…Continue reading One Year