Live With Flair

Yesterday, I text the Local Artist to tell her that a literary agent called to offer representation for my novels. Finally!  After all these years!

Every time I buy a new pair of running shoes (I’m not a runner), I begin to think that maybe I could start running–very, very

I’m listening online to Paige Benton Brown give a talk at a women’s conference. I remember her from 1998 (back when she spoke at Camp

On our journey home from visiting family, we stop at a restaurant for a late dinner. Our waitress, an older woman with silver hair, might

I’m learning–at this older age, finally–two things that actually begin to redefine how I live my life.  1.  I can’t make people happy, and it’s

Late last night, my husband and I listen to the remarks following Sandusky’s guilty verdict. I’m not as happy as I thought I’d be. I’m

We drive to the beach to let our children see the ocean. Watching the sea creates that moment of awe I want them to experience;

A few days ago, I saw a real, live blueberry farmer. I met him last year, too. Old and wrinkled–maybe 85 years old–with a straw

I finish a paragraph by Margaret Silf and realize how much I believe it. She writes, “There is nothing on earth that doesn’t reveal some

By accident, I happen to glance down and see a baby turtle swimming in the water today.  As small as a silver dollar and as