Live With Flair

Way back in 1998– years before marriage and children–I read about a mother who had the best relationship with her teenage daughters in a book

This time last year, I wrote about how much I love undecorating the house after the holidays. The old post appears in my Facebook feed. 

I operate in the default state of forthcoming disappointment whenever I approach the campus parking deck. I always assume my electronic transponder won’t work to

I find a new quote from Dwight L. Moody:  “All the devil’s mountains are mountains of smoke; when you come up to them, they are

I’m reading a sermon by Charles Spurgeon, delivered in 1856 at New Park Street Chapel in Southwark. The lines make me rejoice over divine mercy all over

My cat, Merlin, rarely interacts with me. But lately, he brings me this little mouse on a string for me to bounce around. He stays

I’ve told you before that some of my neighbors say I have the spiritual gift of “pep.” Pep refers to high energy, liveliness, and high

I love writing because it helps me make sense of my life. It stakes my experiences to the ground where I can examine them and

My daughters used to ask me all the time what I would do if they came home with an “F” on a test. They were

I return from travels late last night, and I wake up to piles of laundry rising like the Rockies, suitcases scattered, and mail piled on