Robyn Saunders Wilson

Welcome to my world of adventure, bikes, books, and the occasional song. Stepping out of cages, kicking up dust, and finding words to share since, well, forever.

Author of Junkyard Princess (Banana Pitch Press, Spring 2026)

Hello.

White pants.

I call it the half-life shuffle. When the meds are hiding in all the bags not to be found easily. And the white haired ladies timidly...

Love to love you.

"I love LOVE." The three words I'd been waiting for. I've been listening as her friends declared small and large crushes over the past...

The rain against my window.

“This is going to be a problem.” “What is?” “You’re sentimental and I’m not. It’s just another day.” She says this as we cruise through...

What kind of.

What kind of. Mom. I don't bake cookies. Very often. I don't drive a mini van. Although it would likely make my kid time more reasonable....

Wild. self. love.

My heart beats just for me. It does. No, really it does. It's in my body beating, happily (or so I assume) pushing blood around, giving...

Scissor kick.

"There she is!" I look up. I thought I was alone. Just me in the WWII Memorial, a quiet corner filled with names of Oregonians who have...

Residency.

A spider has taken up residency in our windowsill. Every morning I wipe away the cobwebs. By evening he has webbed far and wide. “Dammit,...

Melania.

I was standing in my kitchen, innocently making dinner. Which is something I never do--making dinner that is--so perhaps that's what...

Roots.

Tighter, cooler, and sassier. That’s how I remember them. My first pair of designer jeans. It was 1981 and this new purchase made me feel...

Which scraps?

Huck. My four-legged boy. He’s a complicated little man. Our morning snuggle-fest was at its cozy peak this morning...until Dave reached...

Real awkward. We're okay with that.

“Ummm...what should we talk about? Now that you’re here, I don’t know what to say.” It’s Valentine's night. Peyton and I had been out and...

So damn capable.

“Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can’t be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.” —Maya...

Missing: one hand.

Nicked a tendon in my right hand Friday night. A little Huck accident that has rendered a swollen club with lifeless fingers. I’ve been...

Toe dab.

I put my foot down. I walk. I go back. I try again. Or, I don’t. Sometimes, I call it. Re-focus. Reset. Find clarity once again. I put my...

Bathrobe Reflections.

Snow day! A whopping half inch has yielded so much excitement in this house. Big plans are being constructed to sled, skim board, and...

Claim the lane.

"Robyn, I know you just woke up and haven't had coffee yet, but I need to show you something." Bleary eyed, I look up at Justin's earnest...

Deliverance.

When I was a girl, I saved up all my money to buy a beach cruiser. Shiniest of blues, coaster brake, cushy grips. She and I labored up...

Be proud of your finish no matter where it falls.

This month I turn 45. As a gift to myself, I wanted to see if I could create an experience that would poke and prod at me in very...

Remembrance of Rust Past.

Woke up on the couch this morning to all the lights still on, a heavy book across my face, and two hungry cats taking turns tapping me on...

Fail Over.

Last Friday was Failure Friday. "Failure Friday?" you say, "Why so negative?" Well, it came out of conversation I had with my pal, Jim....

Scowl

As it turns out, I have a strong disdain for RC cars and the smell of weed. Many people like RC cars. Many people like weed. I am not one...

Landing It.

I've been watching a whole lotta Dave Chappelle lately. I'm a late to the game superfan. If you're a Chappelle fan, you know he goes wide...

Milepost

"Stretch beyond your flexibility. Push. Push. Push." It's hot yoga time. 105 degrees and what feels like 100 percent humidity (I...

Rituals.

I love the crown of your head holding your thoughts regal. I love your eyes. May you see. really see through your day. I love your nose....