Live With Flair

Two different students say, “I wasn’t gonna come. But I did. I showed up.” Excuses abound: it’s too cold, too early, too embarrassing to read

We played Monopoly and card games. We lounged about. We stayed warm under blankets. We watched live television game shows. I told my girls that

A large part of parenting always involves this singular conversation about how they must wear more clothes to stay warm. I’ve spent all their lives

The snow falls outside, and I come into the warm house after shoveling snow. I heat the soup on the stove for lunch and feast

Twice now on my snowy walk, I see a van of photographers pull up to the edge of the woods. They tumble out, gear swinging

Nearly every Sunday now, we take part of the day or evening to make food for our lunches for the week. This includes popping popcorn

Recently, I’m hearing that folks feel I’m folksy. I’m told my writing and speaking is folksy. The false-self, pretentious kind of me would cower in

I had fun. I think my face says, “I’m telling you the truth!”