“There are not enough words to describe how much I resonated with this collection. Robbins’ poems feel as though they reflect my own heart back to me. Her poetic voice at once soothes and gently challenges, like the words of a wise friend over cups of tea at life’s critical junctures. To read Robbins is to glimpse your own most cherished dreams and possibilities, comforted that someone is shining a light on the path ahead.” — Gay Grant, Author of Destination Unknown
Judith Robbins continues to write in the writing house pictured on the cover of this, her newest collection of poems. Her husband built this “room of one’s own” for her over 40 years ago when they first moved to Whitefield. A young couple raising their four children at that time, she was able to pay the money needed for the construction by cashing in a life insurance policy her mother had bought for her when she was a child. It wasn’t enough money to change the world, but it was enough to change her small corner of it. What does one do with years of drafts of poems written in that house? With boxes and bags of letters and mementos from a long life of relationships? This book answers that question.