Mr. Henderson, who ran the corner fruit stand three blocks from my old apartment, watched me squinting at a carton of store-bought eggnog last December. … Read more

I had a long-standing, very vocal position about hot chocolate. It was a childhood thing, a powdered mix from a packet, and I defended it … Read more

I was standing in the middle of a hardware store last October, of all places, when the smell hit me. Someone had lit one of … Read more

The neighborhood holiday party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. I mean, I’d known about it for weeks, but somehow it slipped right … Read more