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One rainy afternoon last spring, I had a house full of grandchildren who were restless and looking for something sweet to brighten the day. The

On Valentine’s Day last year, my daughter invited us over for dessert night, asking each family member to bring something sweet to share. I wanted

Rain tapped gently against the windows that Sunday morning, the kind of soft, steady rhythm that invites you to linger in pajamas a little longer.

One winter evening, during our daughter’s visit home from grad school, we decided to host a little family dinner—not a big production, just something cozy,

Not long ago, my youngest granddaughter, had a “pink day” at preschool. Everything from her clothes to her lunch had to be some shade of