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Founder: Heart.Soul.Pen.® for women writers & the Women’s Writing Den. Essays: @NYTimes @WashPo @LATimes @BuzzFeed. Author: “Restless in L.A.” www.robinfinn.com

I think about the different doors that have opened and shut in my life and ask myself: What do I want to create now?’

Last week felt like a tornado of ideas picked up the little house of my mind, spun it around and dropped it, if not in Kansas, then in some other unfamiliar city. …


I toasted the single, prolific, Upper West Side writer I never was.

My husband and I went to New York City for the weekend. After he left, I stayed for a few days. Twenty years ago, we lived on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. After September 11th, we moved to L.A., to my husband’s hometown, where we raised our family. We…


I was reminded that my shine comes from within, not from other people’s likes, hearts, or comments.

Instagram and Facebook went down yesterday, and I had an upper of a day. I know I need social media. I post about my classes and my workshops and the online Women’s Writing Den (notice the hyperlinks). I post my “outfit checks,” which my college-age daughter who runs my Instagram…


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It is time to stop teaching kids to drive and start teaching myself to let go. It isn’t going to be easy.

I am done with the DMV forever. Okay, maybe not, forever but for a long time. My third children, my youngest, my baby, got their driver’s license last week. …


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The next time I go to the corner market in the middle of the night, I am getting a milk chocolate Toblerone.

I ate chili cheese Fritos and a chocolate bar yesterday. I wanted to do something that I wasn’t allowed to do, and the corner market is close, and I was wearing pajamas, a gray shirt that is soft with a huge whole in the middle and a pair of black…


I am a Spiritual Person and all that, but I still want to know what I am waiting for, when it is coming, and what specifically it will look like when it arrives.

Do you have a weird sense of waiting, as if something is about to happen? I am plagued by the sense that something is coming but I don’t know what that something is. It’s not a feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’ve had that feeling years…


Whether you share it or not, never apologize for wanting to write

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After a decade and a half of not writing, I picked up a pen again when I was forty years old with three kids under ten. I signed up for a writing workshop but quit after two classes. I couldn’t handle the feelings of unworthiness that the workshop triggered. Everyone…


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The thing I understand after losing my mother is that, no matter how old you are, you always need your mom.

When my son called from college and said he was doing well, I felt like I could rub my hands together and say, “My job here is done.” He was making new friends and hanging out with his suitemates and taking that tough Chemistry class and texting to say he…


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Some things you can’t outrun, no matter how fast you type.

I set my timer for twenty minutes and vow to write without stopping. I tell myself not to judge, not to edit, not to think, not to cross out, or hit delete, or re-read. Just keep my fingers dancing across the keyboard, I tell myself. Just keep moving, I tell…


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When I was young, I had space in my life but I didn’t know how to fill it. When I became a mom of three, there was never enough space for me. Not ever. Not until now.

In the trees outside my back yard, the crows are having a family gathering and caw caw cawing while I sit outside in a patio chair that feels as if it has fallen into space. In the space where I sit, time is measured in inches, as in 48 inches…

Robin Finn

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