Articles, essays and excerpts about "More Than We Expected"
MAY 8, 2024

I Didn’t Win A Pulitzer. And That’s OK.

By James G. Robinson / Substack
Since nominating my memoir on a whim, I've realized that winning prizes have nothing to do with my book's success.

FEBRUARY 24, 2024

"Making sense of the unthinkable" (review)

By Abigail Klein Leichman / The Jerusalem Post
"While nobody who hasn’t lost a child can fully empathize with the sort of trauma Robinson experienced, any reader can take something of value from the general truths that he expresses so eloquently."

FEBRUARY 16, 2024

What our son’s short life taught us about faith and tradition

By James G. Robinson / The Forward
We’re Jewish, but found strength in other’s prayers — from Rama to rugby.

JANUARY 21, 2024

"Your Scars Are Familiar"

By James G. Robinson / The Heart Dialogues
A writer whose late son was born with a heart defect finds strength—not pain—in meeting adults with the same diagnosis.

JANUARY 12, 2024

For My Medically Complicated Son, Going To School Was A Struggle And A Joy

By James G. Robinson / Chalkbeat
Our child had four surgeries before his fifth birthday. Still, we were determined to send him to kindergarten.

NOVEMBER 10, 2023

Telling the Hardest Story of All

By Michael Shapiro / Writerland (The Delacorte Review) 
"James and I have talked a lot about the book over the years. But I still had questions. Beginning with the most obvious:  Why did you need to tell this story?"

SEPTEMBER 25, 2023

D'var Torah: Yom Kippur

By James G. Robinson  / Kane Street Synagogue
Why, on this important day, as we read in such detail about how the high priest sanctified the inner sanctuary of the Mishkan, are we so urgently reminded of his son’s deaths?

MARCH 29, 2020

Mourning The Loss Of Touch

By James G. Robinson / Forward 
The pandemic robbed us of that all-important sensation, that most human form of connection — the sense of touch.

DECEMBER 7, 2017

Road To Recovery

By James G. Robinson / The New York Times 
In the aftermath of the death of our son, we felt sad, and proud — and empty. So, as a family, we tried to find ourselves on the open road.