Live With Flair

Today I have my favorite crock pot recipe cooking happily along while I’m on campus. It’s pot roast with the packet of onion soup, some

The morning offered me a snowfall and a forest. Thank you, God, for this.  We all decided to walk through the woods to school instead of

On the first day of my advanced writing class that serves as professional development for majors in the humanities, I asked students to fill in

Today some of us adults decided to walk to school even though our children were already there for early band practice. There we were, walking to school

This morning on the walk to school, we discuss the 75 year Harvard Grant Study that attempted to answer the question of what makes a meaningful

I notice today that nobody ever posts photos of undecorating. Nobody wants to see a house dismantled of its glorious holiday adornment. I find it

Last night I heard David Crowder play guitar and sing. I was fascinated by the unusual instrumentation of the band behind him–and even his own

I read this quote about writing today from Ernest Hemingway, and I think about it all afternoon: “All you have to do is write one

Last night, my mom told me something incredible that I had forgotten about my time on Little Hunting Creek. One day, a Canada goose flopped

I’m twelve years old and venturing out on to Little Hunting Creek–a tributary to the Potomac River. It’s winter. The ice cracks into little shards