Live With Flair

Trudging through the snow this morning, I recall the statement by American poet Oliver Wendell Holmes that “walking is a perpetual falling with a perpetual

This morning I read something astonishing: David writes in Psalm 63 that he “sings in the shadow of [the Lord’s] wings.” Not in the spotlight,

My daughters both sign me up to bring brownies for the class Valentine’s Party. I decide to have a baking day and try some new

If you’re going to go public–through writing, speaking, or teaching–you’re going to battle self-consciousness. It’s a terrible state of being; self-consciousness is an acute (and

It’s very hard not to relax when a lazy cat lives with you. She stares you down until you curl up beside her on the

I’ve realized something new about idolatry. As I read the scriptures, I see that David connects being downcast and disturbed with somehow not hoping fully

As I prepare a writing lesson, I think about Mary Pipher’s statement that “all animals, carefully observed, have things to teach us. So does every

I consider the beautiful shadows that mark the backyard this afternoon. A shadow means the light has shown down upon that thing. It intercepts it

Ice covers the neighborhood today. I walk my daughter down the road to visit a friend. We notice how the ice on the street freezes

As I keep to the writing task, both fiction and nonfiction, my daughter reminds me that our favorite Little House book series was not published