Live With Flair

On this night in 2010, we invited a stranger into our house. We almost didn’t, but we did. On this night, in 2011, we learned about thundersnow. On

Today my dear friend–one of the Italian Mamas–calls to remind me of my primary task as a parent of teens. She calls it “vigilant waiting.”

Although my older daughters have grown beyond the days of dinner menus designed to entertain and educate, I still see them as those little girls.

This morning I read a quote from historian Charles Beard who said this stunning little statement: The bee fertilizes the flower it robs.  Perhaps others

I love walking past the evergreen trees in my neighborhood and in the woods behind my house. The branches extend like wide open arms to

I drive on snowy roads from State College for twelve miles until I meander into the little town of Bellefonte to meet my friend for

Today I recall Psalm 68:19: “Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.” How marvelous! How extraordinary! Our God

I occasionally read Haiku and absolutely love it. I love the precision of all poetry, especially Haiku and how it manages and promotes a certain

There you are, standing in your living room. You look out the window at the trees and dry leaves, as brittle as anything you can

This morning, I woke up so thankful for winter birds in Pennsylvania. In one suburban neighborhood, Penn State researchers have seen 25 different species of winter