A few years ago, I volunteered to bake for our church’s annual spring fundraiser. It was one of those sun-drenched Saturday mornings where the folding...
During a slow Sunday afternoon, my neighbor Dorothy brought over a plate wrapped in floral plastic wrap, smiling like she had a secret. “It’s citrus...
The house smelled like cinnamon and roasting sweet potatoes, and the kitchen was glowing with late-autumn light. I wasn’t cooking for a party, or even...
One chilly Halloween evening, while handing out treats from my front porch, my granddaughter Emma—face painted like a glittery cat—looked up at me and asked,...