Live With Flair

Last night I ask a local artist why he creates art. He’s been making art for over forty years.He’s patient with my question. He simply

The snow sits like frosting on the fence and tree limbs. In the Winterberry Bush (which I’m not actually sure is a Winterberry anymore, but

Trudging through the snow this morning, I recall the statement by American poet Oliver Wendell Holmes that “walking is a perpetual falling with a perpetual

This morning I read something astonishing: David writes in Psalm 63 that he “sings in the shadow of [the Lord’s] wings.” Not in the spotlight,

My daughters both sign me up to bring brownies for the class Valentine’s Party. I decide to have a baking day and try some new

If you’re going to go public–through writing, speaking, or teaching–you’re going to battle self-consciousness. It’s a terrible state of being; self-consciousness is an acute (and

It’s very hard not to relax when a lazy cat lives with you. She stares you down until you curl up beside her on the

I’ve realized something new about idolatry. As I read the scriptures, I see that David connects being downcast and disturbed with somehow not hoping fully

As I prepare a writing lesson, I think about Mary Pipher’s statement that “all animals, carefully observed, have things to teach us. So does every

I consider the beautiful shadows that mark the backyard this afternoon. A shadow means the light has shown down upon that thing. It intercepts it