Live With Flair

This morning, my neighbor points to her apple tree’s blossoms and announces her worry regarding the lack of pollinators this year.  Have we seen many

Today, the Italian Mama asks if I’ll join her on a particular shopping mission. She’s a trained ballerina who once danced at elite schools and

I notice that a tree branch is growing through my fence this morning.   That little arm–what audacity!–writhes its way in and actually proceeds to grow. 

It’s 84 degrees today, and everything (even me!) wakes up happy.  The tulips proclaim we are fully in Spring.  There’s no going back to winter.

I’m at a very special birthday party last night where my dear friend (the one who says the sign of a happy childhood is dirty

I’m driving on Route 76 in Somerset County, and as I approach the Allegheny Mountain Tunnel, I have the strangest feeling that such things cannot

This week, my friend tells me I must read Francois Fenelon’s collection of letters during the time he was spiritual advisor to Louis the XIV. 

I’m beginning to think that if a day goes by and I haven’t stopped to observe at least one truly beautiful thing, then something’s wrong.

Today on the walk to school, my friend suggests that we are all on a Hero’s Journey, and sometimes we stop at Step 2:  The

Today, I call the Italian Mama to tell her I will be delivering her Chicken-n-Dumplings in the afternoon.  I promised her family (especially her sons)