Last October, our little town hosted a neighborhood Halloween walk that filled the streets with laughter, candlelit pumpkins, and the scent of cinnamon from every
Halloween night in my neighborhood has always been a whirlwind of laughter, rustling leaves, and little feet darting across the sidewalks in costumes. One year,
Last St. Patrick’s Day, my kitchen smelled like Ireland itself. The rain tapped on the windows, the grandkids were scattered around the living room with