On a bright afternoon in late October, my neighbor Eliza came over with a tote full of oddly-shaped carrots she’d pulled from her backyard garden....
At a holiday potluck years ago, Mississippi Sin Quiche sat proudly between deviled eggs, crockpot meatballs, and a suspiciously festive Jell-O mold. Clara, my next-door...
Two weeks ago, a snowstorm rolled into our quiet Indiana neighborhood, blanketing every rooftop and pine tree in thick, heavy snow. I had just finished...
Two weeks before Thanksgiving, the church ladies’ book club met at my house for a potluck. Eleanor brought her famous cranberry fluff, Nadine showed up...
It was one of those chilly Saturdays when you open your curtains to see leaves swirling in spirals and neighbors wrapped in scarves, clutching coffee...