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One October afternoon, I was in my kitchen with the windows open, letting the crisp autumn air carry in the sound of kids laughing and

On the edge of our little town sits an old, creaky library that has always felt a bit magical to me. Years ago, before I

A few autumns ago, my daughter invited me to help at her neighborhood’s fall festival bake sale. I remember standing in her bright little kitchen,

One breezy October afternoon, I was sitting at the kitchen table with my youngest granddaughter, Sophie, who was busy sketching Halloween critters on scraps of

On a crisp October morning a few years ago, I volunteered at our small-town library’s children’s reading hour. The theme that week was “Spooky Tales