Another luscious bite…

I became my godmother Angie’s principal helper in the last years of her life. Among the minor emergencies that required my attention, maintaining the caramel stock was always high-priority. A caramel or two (or five, maybe?) was her nightly indulgence till the day she passed. I never really had a particular thing for caramels until […]

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Spring, last year

Spring, like Carl Sandberg’s fog, “comes on little cat feet.” One minute, the bluster of March threatens to steal your hat; the next, those lacy red maple buds are puffing up, their bright green leaves forthcoming. We need spring urgently this year, and the promise and hope that it carries. Last May, we went north […]

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