Live With Flair

Today, the neighbors and I discuss how the first ten minutes of the day set the tone for the whole day. “It’s so true!” we

I’m at my very first youth soccer game. My husband–the reserved man who doesn’t want any attention–watches my youngest daughter play.   I’m sitting beside him,

I’m often asked to help teenagers prepare for their SAT or AP writing.  I immediately direct young writers to the two most important tasks:  choosing

This morning, my husband announces that the Northern Cardinals have returned to the Winterberry bush to begin their nest. “The male does all the work,”

Just now, I catch my youngest daughter and her friend plotting.  “Let’s get in our bathing suits.  You get on the swing.  I’ll spray you

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.