Celebrating 100 Days of Flair with. . . Fire Ants
Here I am, at the grand celebration of my 100th day of the “Live with Flair” blog, and the flair moment is. . . fire
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Here I am, at the grand celebration of my 100th day of the “Live with Flair” blog, and the flair moment is. . . fire
Sometimes I feel homesick. But it’s not for any particular home or family. It’s the weirdest feeling. I’ll be sitting there, doing the dishes or
I’m swimming in a lake with my daughters, and another family nearby starts feeding the geese. Within seconds, a gaggle surrounds us. They come from
I’m chopping romaine lettuce this morning, and all of a sudden, I’m back in 8th grade. It’s 1988. My teacher, Mrs. Guiles, tells the class:
I’m learning that flair assumes many forms. Many introverted forms. Forms like puzzles and card games. If you hang out with my husband and his
If you can be happy without Jesus, why bother? I’ve been thinking about this lately. I’ve been thinking about all the happiness blogs people have
I’m an embarrassment to the world of arts and crafts. I’ve never even used a glue gun. But when you spend a day with an
Many of my flair moments in the past 90 days occurred during conversations with strangers: the tired woman at the grocery store, the neighborhood boy,
1. Don’t have lots of stuff. The sand gets in everything, and it’s a lot to manage when you’re tired. Less is more. 2. Listen
Here is my one-eyed cat. He likes to lounge around with his best friend, Snowflake, who I think looks like an upside down skunk. She’s