Last Christmas Eve, my daughter Emily brought over a jar of homemade red pepper jelly she’d made from her backyard peppers. The color was stunning—deep
Last winter, my grandson Ethan came over one chilly afternoon, red-cheeked and shivering after sledding down the hill behind our house. I could see that
It was a rainy afternoon when my granddaughter Lily came over, her rain boots splattered with mud and her imagination brimming with ideas. “Grandma,” she
Last Christmas Eve, the house was a whirlwind of laughter, clinking glasses, and the comforting scent of roasted herbs. My daughter, Emily, was bustling around
Last Christmas, our daughter brought a platter of fancy hors d’oeuvres to our family gathering, but what disappeared first wasn’t the shrimp cocktail or the