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One day in summer, while helping at a community center picnic in the countryside, I sketched an empty corner on my tablecloth as the next

Last winter, a group of my old teaching colleagues came by for our yearly potluck. We’ve kept this tradition going since retirement, each of us

One quiet afternoon in late fall, my husband and I spent the day helping clean up the roadside near the local orchard where we used

A few summers ago, we were back at my sister’s ranch in Alberta for her 60th birthday. Most of the cousins were there, tired from

During one of my weekly visits to the community center kitchen, I found myself surrounded by familiar faces and the comforting smell of stir-fried garlic.