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A few autumns ago, I was waiting for the bus outside our small-town library when I struck up a conversation with a retired baker named

On the first crisp morning of autumn, I woke up before sunrise to the faint smell of leaves drifting in through the kitchen window. The

When my granddaughter Lily turned eight, she asked if we could bake something “fancy but fun” for her birthday breakfast. I thought she meant pancakes

One bright spring morning, long before the house stirred awake, I found myself in the kitchen with the windows cracked open just enough to let