Each December, when the cold settles in and the evenings grow quieter, my thoughts drift back to my grandmother’s small kitchen. Her spice jars sat...
Marlene had just finished stringing popcorn garlands on the living room tree when she leaned over the counter and asked, “Sandra, are these cookies or...
One snowy Tuesday afternoon in Vermont, my neighbor Lena stopped by with a basket of assorted sweets wrapped in ribbon. Her youngest had just earned...