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...
One chilly December morning, a neighbor dropped off a jar of homemade raspberry preserves wrapped in plaid ribbon her way of thanking me for feeding...
One snowy December afternoon, I decided to try something playful with my grandchildren, a Pop Tart Gingerbread House. The idea was sparked while we sipped...