Live With Flair

Sometimes when you ask a mother what she really wants, she can’t answer you. She’s not used to thinking of herself like this. She’s not

We journey into the Weeping Cherry to check on the beautiful eggs. Something’s not right; the birds have fled and we see fragments of those

This morning, my Very Philosophical 5th Grade Friend asks me what I blogged about today. This question happens regularly at 8:15 AM. Every morning, I

Today, one of the Italian Mamas tells me that you can’t force things. If I’m trying too hard, I need to step back. “You have

On the walk to school, my third grade writing friend asks me what to do if she can’t figure out how to end her story.

My youngest daughter shares the incredible news: The classroom eggs have hatched! “Wow! What was it like?” I ask. I’ve never actually seen anything hatch

This morning, my friend tells me her secret for sanity in the midst of pursuing a Ph.D., raising young children, maintaining a great marriage, and

She leaves her nest again at 4:00 PM today. I use my phone to peer inside. I’m hoping to find another egg. Robin Eggs  I

I’m thankful for edible paper made of sugar. We’re really improving our technique with the hamburger cupcakes. This means I can cut out lettuce and

I sneak under the Weeping Cherry. I part branches like great curtains and tuck myself inside. It’s quiet and earthy in there. It’s cool and