Category : Main Course

Last spring, after spending the better part of the afternoon tending to my little herb garden, I decided to treat myself to something quick but...

Every Thursday afternoon, a few of us from the neighborhood gather in Mrs. Marlowe’s backyard. She’s over 80, sharp as a tack, and once ran...

We’d just returned from a quiet weekend at the lake cabin. I had salmon fillets wrapped in brown paper from the little dockside market, some...

I was elbow-deep in planting lavender and rosemary one Saturday morning when my neighbor, Mrs. Alvarez, knocked on the door with a grin and a...

Every Wednesday afternoon, a small group of us gather in the old library room of the community center—a circle of retired teachers, hobby cooks, and...

When my old coworker Doug dropped by last week, we talked longer than we planned. He retired from the post office a few months ago...