Live With Flair

Every morning, we race out to the side of the house to check if the daffodils have bloomed.       Not yet.  Soon, but

Jack’s never going to get another eye. I realize this fact as I call to him; he has to turn his whole head to see

Last night, my dear friend uses the verb flourish, and I just can’t get the word out of my mind.  It shimmers.  It resonates with

This week, I learn that you don’t have to use pastry crust if you want a great quiche. You can use potatoes! If you grate

I swing the windows wide open and send my daughters outside.  It’s over sixty degrees today, and after a long winter, today feels Bermuda hot. 

 I spill out of the woods onto the meadow. I see the way the late afternoon sunlight strikes the raw, brittle plants that rise up

I finish watching Hugo with my children, and we all have tears in our eyes.  The story strikes deep into the heart as the final

Yesterday, we return home from a voyage because the little one has a fever and stomach pains.  With nothing planned for dinner and an empty

In the midst of my worst postpartum depression, I remember all the advice from doctors, therapists, pastors, and friends.  They often mentioned finding reasons to