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A few years ago, I spent a long weekend visiting a dear friend who had retired to a small town in Pennsylvania. We took a

The snow came earlier than expected that year, blanketing the backyard in a soft, quiet white. Our grandkids had come up for the weekend, supposedly

That sunny Saturday afternoon, I was at our local community fair, browsing handmade crafts and food stalls, when the smoky aroma of barbecue caught my

One Sunday morning during my retirement gardening club’s end-of-season brunch, I found myself chatting with Mrs. Thompson, she always wore a floppy hat and had

Last Saturday morning, my nephew barged into the kitchen with his usual early-morning energy and one mission: to request “pizza lasagna.” He had caught a