Category : Main Course

Last weekend, I ran into Marcus, one of my former, at the Saturday farmer’s market. He’s grown taller than me now, but still has the...

It was the weekend before Labor Day, and I was visiting my niece, a nurse who lives in a cozy coastal town where everything smells...

One summer, I helped organize a small potluck picnic at the park for our neighborhood’s garden club. Nothing fancy, just a long folding table, a...

My friend June, a retired dietitian, used to drop off little care packages every Friday—homemade bread, garden herbs, and some sort of wholesome snack wrapped...

Snow had been falling since early morning, blanketing our little street in soft white. The grandkids had come over the night before for a “snowed-in...

Last summer, I volunteered at a local community garden that also ran a small outdoor lunch café every Friday. One of the young volunteers, a...