My friend June, a retired dietitian, used to drop off little care packages every Friday—homemade bread, garden herbs, and some sort of wholesome snack wrapped
My neighbor’s grandson, Leo, spent the summer with her last year. A bright little boy with an insatiable curiosity—and a rather picky palate. Every morning,
At the Wednesday evening potluck at our local library, I usually bring some kind of baked good—banana bread, apple crumble, things like that. But last