I was standing in the middle of the pasta aisle at my local grocery store last Tuesday when a stranger’s cart bumped into mine. She … Read more

Hand me that bowl, my neighbor said, the one with the chipped blue rim. I was wrestling with a bag of groceries, trying to unlock … Read more

I was standing in my kitchen last Tuesday, staring at the clock like it had personally offended me. 6:42 PM. The kids had already asked … Read more

There used to be a tiny Southern café tucked inside an old gas station off Highway 78 in Georgia that made the most incredible cornbread … Read more

I was standing in line at the hardware store, of all places, holding a bag of replacement cabinet handles, when the plumber in front of … Read more

I was at the farmers’ market on a Saturday morning, completely distracted by a display of heirloom tomatoes, when the woman next to me—elbows deep … Read more