The night before guests come over, I usually juggled a dozen things—clearing off counters, fluffing couch pillows, checking if we have enough wine. But once
Every Sunday afternoon after church, my sister and I would visit Auntie Mae’s cozy kitchen. She always had a spread of cheerful dishes ready—macaroni salad,
The sun had barely risen past mid-morning, and already the kitchen windows felt like magnifying glasses. The kind of heat that makes you question every