Clara Vance Fights for Her House with Four Simple Evening Foods

in my kitchen, the smell of cedar shavings from the hallway closet lingering in the air.

I placed a single egg into a small copper saucepan of water and turned the burner dial.

While the water heated, I reached into the cupboard and pulled down my blue ceramic mug. It was heavy, painted with small white daisies along the rim, a gift from my library retirement continue reading …