Robyn Goodwin

Building Community Means Showing Up

I come from a suburb out side of Washington DC where anonymity was my middle name.

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Seasonal Misgivings but Still Hopeful

I come from a long line of spring haters. My sister declares, “all that growth, rebirth, and renewal — I’m not into that. Give me fall. The death season.”

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Letting Love Reign, in All its Messy Glory

Everybody here has a gig, sometimes two or three. They are craftsman, artists, master chefs, farriers, healers or visionaries. But what was I?

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On the Road to a Dream Deferred

I’m a driver but I like the idea of driving more than the act itself.

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An Island Story, With Room for More

As a storyteller and a bit of a romantic, I’m interested in how and why people land on the Vineyard.

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