Live With Flair

Back when I was a counselor at Camp Greystone, I learned the why and how of Rest Hour. The how was this: Every single day

I climb on a chair to peer inside.  The sunflower is really in there.  My youngest is amazed that a seed no bigger than her

Our dear family friends return for their 4th annual visit. Each time, I learn so much from just listening to the mother. I learn so

This morning in church, the pastor kneels down  in worship during his sermon. Practically speaking, nobody can see him. Folks strain their heads, and he

I see a black swallowtail in the garden. By the two rows of spots and the fast wings beating (females have one row of spots,

I read today that one of the results of shame is a loss of creativity. I recall my fascination with the emotion of shame: In

I see sunflowers all over the neighborhood now. Everywhere I look, it seems a neighbor has a glorious patch of sunflowers saluting the sun. My

We have little window air conditioning units, but not in our bedroom. I love a cold bedroom, and this heat is just not cooperating with

I begin to wonder what to do with all the cucumbers from the garden. I’m picking two or three a day, and I’m not prepared

This morning, we rediscover the joy of the domino effect. I tell my daughters and their friends that–long before home computers and cable television–my sister