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Late last winter, I thawed out from a bitter Friday snowfall. My daughter, home from college and exhausted, wandered into the kitchen. She sighed, “I

On the morning of my granddaughter’s graduation, I woke early with sun streaming through the kitchen window. She and her friends were stopping by before

That chilly March evening, my daughter and I returned from grocery shopping through a soggy drizzle. Her college friend had just landed and we needed

The morning had been quiet—too quiet, actually. The kind of hush that settles in after kids have grown and your calendar isn’t quite so full.

Late one spring afternoon, after a busy day volunteering at the senior center, I kicked off my slippers and headed to the fridge looking for