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As a former Cookie Mother for my daughter’s troop, I know the real work begins when the cookies arrive.

I’ve heard more than one person my age complain that so many younger adults are unable (or unwilling) to compromise. I have a theory about t

my favorite browsing area is the Baking Needs aisle.

I miss the days when a small Valentine, or even a sentimental message, sent to a favored friend or a loved one, was enough

These aerial artists made me remember my hard-working mom, who washed our windows every spring, as part of her spring-cleaning routine.

Recently a friend confided that her 80-year-old mother is having trouble adjusting to life in a retirement community.

Ok, I’ll admit it. I’d become a bit smug about our weather here in the panhandle. I, too, had heard the old saw about “the luckiest...