Missing Chocolate Mousse
(by Debbie Weiss) My mother, Thalia, was tall and curvy with auburn hair, green eyes, and an innate sense of style. I can still remember...
Walking Through the Layers
(by Karin Clark and Patti Clark) The fragrant scent of rosemary and simmered short ribs wafted from the kitchen, assuring us that we...
Who’s Milkin’ This Cow?
(by Dorette E. Snover) Although I wasn’t actually born in the Reading, Pennsylvania, kitchen of my Pennsylvania Dutch family, I did grow...
Mayta Gravy
(by Susan McNabb) “Where did those come from?” my mother asked, seemingly astonished that someone had sent a dozen glorious Sonia roses...
A Good Girl
(by Stephanie Chambers) My mother did not like to cook. Which was unfortunate because she was actually very good at it—particularly the...
The Party
(by Elizabeth Anderson) It is October of 1980, and my two college roommates and I are hosting a party in our new apartment on West 13th...
