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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

The first crisp notes of fall had arrived, carrying with them the kind of chilly evenings that make you crave something rich and hearty. That

One late afternoon, the sky had taken on a soft gray, hinting at rain, and I was tidying up the kitchen while thinking about what

It was one of those chilly evenings when the thought of a hearty, comforting meal filled the house before I even stepped into the kitchen.