Live With Flair

I’m reading Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet, and I love his advice about writing. He writes this: “Ask yourself in the stillest hour

All night, I woke up imagining the shooting in that kindergarten classroom. I woke up imagining the parents hearing the news at the firehouse that

I’m reading an advice column from E. Jean, and a reader asks her, “How can I find my passion?” E. Jean responds, “Here’s the way:

This morning, my friend shows me Psalm 37 and reminds me: “Do not fret.” I think about the word. Fretting includes a threefold experience of

This week, I watch as friends find each other before school. One little girl claps her hands, jumps up and down, and runs to greet

The Local Artist (the one who does the hoping for me) and I stand under a darkening sky this afternoon. We notice a pinhole of

It only takes a few thoughts to fall into a pit of delusional thinking. It happens so quickly: Suddenly, we feel like everything depends on

This morning in church, I begin to think about what a great gift it would be if we extended the following attitudes towards the people

It’s time for Christmas Cookies, and the youngest goes wild with the sprinkles. “Less is more! Less is more!” I cry out. It’s really true,

We wake up to early morning icy rain. The Winterberry Bush and Weeping Cherry look adorned with dangles of diamonds and crystals. All that bleak