Robin Botie

Robin Botie

www.robinbotie.com
Ithaca NY / I'm a writer and photo-shopper. I blog about losing the love of a lifetime and living to find joy. Life ends but love lasts forever.
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Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photographs a scene that could tell a lot of different stories and mean different things to different people.

Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photographs a scene that could tell a lot of different stories and mean different things to different people.

"What about regret or self-blame? Or remorse?" my friend asked, adding something like, "You never write about any of these." I took that thought home with me. For a whole week I walked around thinking I had an answer: I don't focus on the issues that divide or isolate people. I'd rather write about the things that unite us, like loving, living, dying, losing, and finding life is beautiful anyway.

"What about regret or self-blame? Or remorse?" my friend asked, adding something like, "You never write about any of these." I took that thought home with me. For a whole week I walked around thinking I had an answer: I don't focus on the issues that divide or isolate people. I'd rather write about the things that unite us, like loving, living, dying, losing, and finding life is beautiful anyway.

For my trip to Australia, I joined a tour group so I wouldn't have to do all the thinking and organizing. But they planned everything so well, I lost track of some of the things I meant to do on my own. Like eat dumplings in Melbourne. And find the exact spot in the Yarra River where I'd tossed my daughter's ashes five years ago. On my last night in Australia

For my trip to Australia, I joined a tour group so I wouldn't have to do all the thinking and organizing. But they planned everything so well, I lost track of

This is Andrew, the resident peacock at Hotel DoubleTree in Alice Springs, Australia. One of the staff there told me, "He just found the place one day, decided he liked the patio around the pool, and never left." Andrew happily hangs around his chosen home. Unlike me. I come and go. Home has become my springboard as much as it is my sanctuary. My house is the wreck I escape from most mornings, or when cabin fever overtakes me; and it's the sweet mess I gratefully return to, time...

This is Andrew, the resident peacock at Hotel DoubleTree in Alice Springs, Australia. One of the staff there told me, "He just found the place one day, decided

Everywhere I went in the first half of November – Melbourne, Adelaide, Alice Springs, Cairns, and Sydney – Christmas decorations were springing up. In Australia there's no Thanksgiving to buffer the way into the holidays. All the sparkle and flash of the upcoming season suddenly hit me. Hard. But it had no spiritual significance to me.

Everywhere I went in the first half of November – Melbourne, Adelaide, Alice Springs, Cairns, and Sydney – Christmas decorations were springing up. In Australia

"I'm kinda nervous about this," I confessed to the leader of the tour group, as I waited for the stranger I was to drive off with. Before going to Australia I'd put out pleas on Facebook to meet up with Australian bereaved mothers on my free days, "to make my trip more meaningful." This was my first. Dianne. Complete stranger, all I had was a name and phone number. She had messaged back, "No worries, hun," to everything I'd written, which made me feel...

"I'm kinda nervous about this," I confessed to the leader of the tour group, as I waited for the stranger I was to drive off with. Before going to Australia I'd

Leeches were not on my list of things to be afraid of in Australia. There were so many other scary things. Stingrays. Screaming birds. Poisonous snakes. Jellyfish…. On the morning of the day I was headed to the Great Barrier Reef, my heart was clunking so wildly I could hardly breathe.

Leeches were not on my list of things to be afraid of in Australia. There were so many other scary things.

Australia Trip: Some Things I Didn’t Anticipate

Australia Trip: Some Things I Didn’t Anticipate

"I may be 90 but I'm not dead," my friend Juliette said. It was her birthday. To celebrate, I'd brought over the requested tuna-on-rye with onion and lettuce, a tiny cheesecake, and my camera. "Oh good," she said, eyeing the camera. "I'm considering going back to online dating and I need some photos." I looked at her in awe, never having gathered enough courage to go through with online dating myself. She had over five years of experience.

"I may be 90 but I'm not dead," my friend Juliette said. It was her birthday. To celebrate, I'd brought over the requested tuna-on-rye with onion and lettuce, a

In my dream I had lost everything. My house, my money, my family. And I was incarcerated. For a crime? Or for being crazy? It wasn't clear in the dream. What was clear was that I was searching for something. In the middle of a group of women prisoners, I was always on the lookout for something as we were taken to various parts of town to work, supervised by some nice man. Who loved me. And maybe I loved him back. A little. Because when the dream ended and I woke up, I lay very still, tryi...

In my dream I had lost everything. My house, my money, my family. And I was incarcerated. For a crime? Or for being crazy? It wasn't clear in the dream.

When I leave home to go to Australia I will kiss the dog on her nose eighteen times. I will build a tiny campfire by the pond and ponder where I'm going. I'll buy a new book. And pay all my bills. Before setting off on a trip I always clean the house, and eat every last thing in the fridge, stashing away a frozen pizza so I shouldn't return home hungry to a completely barren house. Other pre-travel practices involve weeks of packing and repacking my luggage, and painting or repain...

When I leave home to go to Australia I will kiss the dog on her nose eighteen times. I will build a tiny campfire by the pond and ponder where I'm going.

I'm at the bricks. Just keep walking toward the pavilion. I want to show you my son's brick, a new friend said when I phoned, confused about exactly where we were meeting up in the park. My daughter's favorite spot in Ithaca, the Stewart Park Pavilion was a place I thought I knew well. What bricks? I wailed into my cell phone, Where?

"I'm at the bricks. Just keep walking toward the pavilion. I want to show you my son's brick," a new friend said when I phoned, confused about exactly where we

This is Puppy. She is going to Australia. Her third trip there. This time she will not be coming back. Stuffed Puppy. A gift to my daughter shortly after she was born, Puppy spent almost every night of Marika's twenty years tucked in the crook of her arm.

Her third trip there. A gift to my daughter shortly after she was born, Puppy spent almost every night of Marika& twenty years tucked in the crook of her arm.

Last week too many mothers had their hearts broken. Their stories and the faces of their children filled my head even after I turned off the TV. I tried to escape the images of their agony, but wherever I turned, in Wegmans, in the woods, Netflix, Facebook, ...their despair followed me.

Last week too many mothers had their hearts broken. Their stories and the faces of their children filled my head even after I turned off the TV.