Every Sunday afternoon after church, my sister and I would visit Auntie Mae’s cozy kitchen. She always had a spread of cheerful dishes ready—macaroni salad,...
Last weekend, my daughter and grandson came over for a visit—the kind of slow, sweet weekend that makes me grateful for family and simple pleasures....
The sun had barely risen past mid-morning, and already the kitchen windows felt like magnifying glasses. The kind of heat that makes you question every...