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On a crisp autumn evening, I chatted with my retired neighbor Harold while grilling in my backyard. He reminisced about his travels through Italy and

My son had just wrapped up a long week of work, and we found ourselves in the kitchen on a quiet Friday evening, both a

I never thought cheesy burritos would bring back a rush of high school memories, but here we are. Just last weekend, I attended my 40-year

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