Last Christmas, my granddaughter Lily wanted to make something “fluffy and magical” for dessert. She’s eight, curious, and full of imagination—so how could I resist?...
Last spring, my granddaughter came over after school with a plate of brownies she’d baked in her cooking class. They looked delightful—gooey centers, crisp edges,...
It was a rainy afternoon when my granddaughter Lily came over, her rain boots splattered with mud and her imagination brimming with ideas. “Grandma,” she...