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Most Saturday mornings, I’m up before the sun, kettle whistling, and the house still hushed in that peaceful kind of silence only found in early

When my oldest grandson turned seven, we threw him a Saturday morning “big breakfast birthday”, a little tradition we started a few years back for

When my grandson was just six, he called this dish “Grandma’s hot potato hug.” I didn’t quite know what he meant until I watched him

Last Friday, I had lunch with my retired teaching colleague, Mrs. Callahan, who now spends her days tending a backyard herb garden and reading mystery