As I open my fifth holiday season as a single woman and a mother of three, I watch the butter and sugar vanish into one another again. By Samantha Shanley
baking
We sat together and sang and laughed and forgot for the moment what was happening in the world around us. By Amy Litzenblatt
Was Tamir Rice also an only child? Did he also make cookies with his mother? By Jill Moffett
My son loves to eat at Grandma’s house, he gets real cream and real sugar. Unlike the dishes I cook, which are vegetarian or Paleo or Whole30. By Elizabeth Newdom
I ignored her recipe for many years as a way to avoid the loss. By Marcia Kester Doyle
When you blow out the candle for her, be prepared: it will feel like blowing away her first year, your first year of motherhood. By Kaitlin Barker Davis
Parenting isn’t like baking. The ingredients you mix together aren’t the same with each kid. By Randi Olin