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Each December, when the cold settles in and the evenings grow quieter, my thoughts drift back to my grandmother’s small kitchen. Her spice jars sat

Marlene had just finished stringing popcorn garlands on the living room tree when she leaned over the counter and asked, “Sandra, are these cookies or

One snowy Tuesday afternoon in Vermont, my neighbor Lena stopped by with a basket of assorted sweets wrapped in ribbon. Her youngest had just earned

On Christmas Eve last year, the choir director at our town’s little chapel asked if I could bring dessert to the after-service gathering. I was

Three days before the school holiday bake sale, my neighbor Maria stopped by with a basket full of vintage cookie cutters one shaped like a