Home

Last Sunday, one of my granddaughter came over for a “just-us” day while her parents were away at a wedding. She’s nine now, full of

One sweltering July day, I was on the porch with my neighbor’s grandkids after they’d spent the morning picking peppers at the community garden. They

I once met a retired jazz musician named Wallace while volunteering at a food drive in Baton Rouge. He had this smooth, gentle way of

The power went out just before sunset one chilly October evening, right as I had finished organizing the pantry. No TV humming, no phones buzzing,

A crisp autumn afternoon, and I’m back in my old neighborhood, hopping off the bus with my best friend Clara by my side. We duck

One afternoon during my volunteer shift at the community center kitchen, a young mother settled in beside me to help prepare sandwiches for an event.