Juice or Soup
(by Charlotte Adamis) The very first dinner my 25-year-old mother made for the man who would become her second husband, a widower nearly...
Passing the Ball
(by Crystal Bennett) A one-woman show making everything happen—that’s my mom. When my brother and I were growing up in Westchester...
Her Hands
(by Barbara Sapienza) She squeezed the meat through her fingers. They glistened. The yellow of the yolk slid through—knew just where the...
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...