Last spring, my granddaughter invited a few of her college friends to visit for the weekend. They were all curious, bright young people—one vegan, one...
One day of this summer, I hosted a potluck-style garden lunch for our neighborhood book club. We’d just finished a rather dramatic Southern novel, and...
After a long morning walk with my husband around the neighborhood lake, we came home flushed and chatty, talking about everything from weekend plans to...
This year, as I stood flipping skewers next to my brother-in-law, I noticed the table starting to fill up with the usual sides—pasta salads, coleslaw,...