The first snow had just started to fall when my granddaughter June burst through the kitchen door, cheeks flushed pink, clutching a green scarf she’d...
Last December, during a snowy book club gathering at my friend Lynn’s cabin in Vermont, we each brought something sweet to share by the fireplace....
It was one of those Saturday mornings when the snow hadn’t yet started, but the forecast had promised it would. At the community library’s winter...