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The smell of the sea always brings me back to that late afternoon on the Maine coast, just outside Bar Harbor. My daughter had surprised

A few weekends ago, I invited my daughter and her two little ones over for dinner. She’s a nurse and works night shifts, so I

One chilly Tuesday evening last winter, I had absolutely no dinner plan. My fridge was in one of those awkward states where everything looked like

My youngest grandson has a habit of showing up right before dinner with a sheepish grin and a suspicious craving for “something cheesy and fast.”

One chilly evening in early January, the kind where the windows fog up and the floor feels cold even through your socks, I decided to