I’d claimed for years that I wasn’t a baked brie person. You know the type—the whole warm, gooey cheese thing seemed fine for other people, … Read more

The Halloween party was in four hours and I’d completely forgotten. My friend Maria throws this huge bash every year—the kind where people actually compete. … Read more

The woman at the party store watched me stare at a roll of white gauze for way too long. I was standing there, three bags … Read more

I was supposed to be making a fancy Halloween charcuterie board. You know, the kind with the creepy cheese fingers and the eyeball olives that … Read more

There used to be a little hole-in-the-wall café on Elm Street called The Witching Hour that made the most incredible spinach dip I had ever … Read more