My youngest child believes me to be a wizard. My oldest child confirms it. They can’t quite determine how I know all the things, both mundane and extraordinary. It is of course, the best-kept secret of being a mother. I always believed that children are the keepers of magic. With their magnificent composition of mythical tales, limitless dreams and steadfast belief in the splendor of the world – despite their sustained contact with older and wiser humans, who often lose their

I’ve been thinking about the word abundance lately. Springtime weather has (mostly) arrived, and everywhere I look I’m surrounded by a riot of blooms…in the yard, on the corner and even hanging above the roadways where the ancient Carolina cherry and dogwood branches drip with blossoms overhead. Abundance used to be something I thought of in material terms – an abundance of money, an abundance of things – but the word “abundance” has taken on a very different meaning to me no