Live With Flair

My husband enters the house with great alarm. Something isn’t right: Our elderly neighbor’s dog has suddenly appeared on our lawn, off leash, from way

My Danish neighbors continue to bless me with lessons in hygge–the ultimate kind of coziness. I love these neighbors! This time two years ago, the

I listen to photographer Annie Leibovitz describe how she engages with the person she’s photographing. Instead of posing the subject, she merely says, “Stand over

My friend and I walk in the woods and then along a trail by farmland. As we journey onward, we see something sparkling and nearly

Today my friend and I walked along the reservoir at Bald Eagle State Park, just a 30 minute drive from our neighborhood. She noted the

On this night in 2010, we invited a stranger into our house. We almost didn’t, but we did. On this night, in 2011, we learned about thundersnow. On

Today my dear friend–one of the Italian Mamas–calls to remind me of my primary task as a parent of teens. She calls it “vigilant waiting.”

Although my older daughters have grown beyond the days of dinner menus designed to entertain and educate, I still see them as those little girls.

This morning I read a quote from historian Charles Beard who said this stunning little statement: The bee fertilizes the flower it robs.  Perhaps others

I love walking past the evergreen trees in my neighborhood and in the woods behind my house. The branches extend like wide open arms to