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One foggy November morning, I rummaged through cupboards in my cozy kitchen, preparing for a surprise breakfast at the nursing home where I volunteer. I

I was driving home from the farmers’ market in early autumn when I spotted a kind elderly neighbor, Mrs. Lambert, stacking pumpkins on her porch.

My driveway buzzed with the sound of an old school bus pulling away from the community center where I volunteer teaching cooking to local seniors.

I was clearing out my garden beds on a cool spring morning when Mrs. Patel, my next‑door neighbor, popped over with a jar of the

I still laugh when I think about the first time I made OREO Lasagna. I had invited the ladies from my book club over for