Live With Flair

After two years of blogging at Live with Flair, I’m always looking for blogworthy material that I haven’t already used. On the walk to school,

Today, I write to a student who receives a low grade that “I’m rooting for him.”  The phrase just seems so very important and necessary.

This day brought forth threats of rain, ominous clouds, and wind.  Although we had patches of sunshine, the morning mostly promised nothing of bright vibrant

This morning on the walk to school, my oldest complains and complains and complains about the state standardized testing she must endure this week.  She’s

Every morning, we race out to the side of the house to check if the daffodils have bloomed.       Not yet.  Soon, but

Jack’s never going to get another eye. I realize this fact as I call to him; he has to turn his whole head to see

Last night, my dear friend uses the verb flourish, and I just can’t get the word out of my mind.  It shimmers.  It resonates with

This week, I learn that you don’t have to use pastry crust if you want a great quiche. You can use potatoes! If you grate

I swing the windows wide open and send my daughters outside.  It’s over sixty degrees today, and after a long winter, today feels Bermuda hot. 

 I spill out of the woods onto the meadow. I see the way the late afternoon sunlight strikes the raw, brittle plants that rise up