The Holy in the Dusty
I think you can clean a basement with flair. It takes some imagination though. Right now, I’m covered with dust and dead ladybugs. Cleaning a
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I think you can clean a basement with flair. It takes some imagination though. Right now, I’m covered with dust and dead ladybugs. Cleaning a
I’m trying to train myself to notice things. That’s really what living with flair means. I try to notice interesting things about the day and
Every morning, without fail, these two little boys find me on the walk to school, and they ask me for a “cat story.” They know
I’m amazed with the sort of texts I receive on any given day. I’m underwhelmed by the kind my husband might get. For example, in
I have a bad knee. One of these days I’m going to have to get a new one. My right knee has a personality of
I’ve never met anyone who loves his or her own face. This morning, as I put on lipstick (hey, you can take the woman out
You already impress me; you don’t have to earn my approval. I believe this when I look at my students. It’s my theology of teaching
I just threw a pancake across the kitchen, and my husband caught it on his plate. The sticky syrup helped snag it. He laughed and
I had a sublime experience last night that carried into my morning so powerfully as to eclipse any other possible flair for the day. I
I heard once that the greatest gift you can give a child is boredom. Dear friends of mine just left from an overnight visit. This