My brother-in-law, Mark, had claimed for years that he hated pumpkin-flavored baked goods. A solid decade of eye-rolling at every pumpkin-spice latte and pointedly skipping … Read more

I was standing in the spice aisle of the grocery store last Tuesday when the smell of cinnamon hit me — and suddenly I was … Read more

My neighbor Sarah wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to borrow a ladder—our gutters were clogged and the forecast called for rain—and the … Read more

There used to be a little bakery tucked between a dry cleaner and a shoe repair shop on Main Street that made the most incredible … Read more

The community bake sale was in twelve hours and I’d completely forgotten. Not just forgotten—I’d signed up to bring “something special” and then promptly buried … Read more

It was 11:47 PM on a particularly damp Tuesday last October, and I was hit with a craving so specific it felt almost personal. I … Read more

I was standing in line at my local hardware store last November, holding a bag of lightbulbs and trying to remember if I needed more … Read more