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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.

Saturday afternoons at the community center always ran long. We’d host card games, teach a little art, and sometimes bake with the kids from the

The last time my grandkids came to visit, we had a late Sunday lunch after church, and I wanted to make something cozy, rich, and