Last St. Patrick’s Day, I visited a senior center with a friend who volunteers there every Friday. The residents were buzzing with green accessories, singing
One rainy afternoon, my son and daughter were busy making homemade cards for their grandparents, their laughter filling the house as they crafted colorful designs.
Back in college, Thursday nights were unofficial “make-something-from-nothing” dinners at our shared apartment. Four of us, broke and hungry, would raid our cupboards, pitch in
Rain had been falling since dawn, the kind that taps against the windowpanes with a persistent rhythm, soaking the yard and slowing everything down. My