One summer afternoon on the porch of my daughter’s house, we decided to host a little family “grill-and-chill.” The grandkids were running around the garden,...
Last summer, during our visit to my daughter’s home in Portland, we spent a morning wandering through a lively open-air market filled with the scent...
One chilly afternoon, I found myself in the church basement kitchen, helping prepare a meal for our community lunch. The air was filled with chatter,...