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My granddaughter once asked me to bring something “better than fries” to her school picnic. Now, that’s a tall order coming from an 11-year-old with

Back when I was still teaching, Friday nights meant one thing—movie night with my grandkids. They’d tumble in with tangled hair, mismatched socks, and empty

I was thumbing through my old recipe box the other day—the one with yellowed index cards and handwritten notes in fading ink—and I stumbled upon

One day, my cousin Marie called in a panic. Her church potluck was just two days away, and she’d promised to bring a dish that