Live With Flair

I remember this psalm today. I think about dwelling in the secure fortress of God–the One Who will be exalted among every nation. It’s a

We’re baking an old-fashioned almond cake (the kind Abraham Lincoln loved). Grandma instructs me in the way her own mother taught her: when you think

I can’t resist the puddles. 

I’ve been placing batch after batch of roasted tomatoes into my deep freezer that sits like a sleeping white polar bear in the back of my

Last night at our gathering of grad students, one friend arrived with a bowl of homemade cookie dough. He turned on the oven, we got

I often leave in the afternoon for a quick walk around the block. I love late afternoon sunlight. Seeing how that finger of light stretches

I pause to look closely at the turning leaves. I’ve never seen a splotchy kind of autumn transition. Normally, I wake up and simply notice

I love the idea of not cooking on Sunday as part of resting since so much of the week involves meal preparation and clean up.  I