Archive for June 2014

Seven Enchiladas

blog and photos by Robyn Wyman-dill

Ay, Caramba! A Mexican restaurant just opened in Laguna Beach. Upping the count to twenty.  in a resort community of less than 25,000 residents.  The only highway into success here is to bring something better than anyone else – to the table. And Tortilla Republic does just that, starting with their enchiladas. Read the rest of this entry »

Happy Makers

blog by Robyn Wyman-dill

Every decade is shaped by right and wrong moments. Creating impressions that will form the tapestry of your life. As we process in time, parts of the tapestry will fade. While certain others remain glued together, perhaps, by gravitational pull and the alchemy of magic. Getting stored in the brain – until aroused. Evoking dormant feelings.

Whenever right moments emerge, I hear music.  Just made-up tunes floating around inside my head that make me feel happy. (As a kid I entertained myself by singing show tunes from musicals I found in our record collection. Starting with songs from My Fair Lady, Oliver and Gigi, then moving my vocal chords intoWest Side Story and Irma La Douce, before shimmering out of musicals into Motown and popular music – which seemed to cry out to everyone to sing. Which I did. Evolving from Hair and The Age of Aquarius into The Mamas and the Papas andCalifornia Dreamin’, ) And the beat goes on and on with afterglow.. So, what do I do next?

I go to see a play infused with music, naked truths and lots of laughter. About a happy maker who created just the right moments for me.

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Religion in the Kitchen

blog by Robyn Wyman-dill

Some people are in the habit of going to church on Sundays. Where they pray before an altar.  My altar is my refrigerator.  God’s house of all things delicious. Amen. Read the rest of this entry »

I Turn to Page One and Read…

blog by Robyn Wyman-Dill


June slides into view, bringing a suitcase of troubles – like crazy tornadoes, 800 baby skeletons found in a septic tank and a rise in student shootings. I hit a nail with my head, requiring six stitches.  While the moon in June beams brightly. Just like it’s done so many times before.

Like a domino effect, the pain spreads.  From the top of my head on down. Headaches, tooth aches and a sore shoulder muscle don’t make good bedfellows. So my muses beeline it. Bound for Antonio Banderas.  Right in the middle of our great creative stretch. Days are getting longer.

I sleep a lot. Waking, more rested.

But, I am entirely void of curious thought. Suspended in a state of lackluster.  I crack open the cover of Carrie White’s autobiography, Upper Cut.                                                                                                                                    


It’s been sitting on my shelf for almost a year.   Read the rest of this entry »