Brenda

I had been meaning to return the stack of books on my passenger seat for the better part of a week. Between a donut order for the volunteer fire department’s annual breakfast and a wedding cake that required more structural engineering than I am qualified for, the library had not made it onto my list. … Read more

I’m fortunate that afternoons at the Bear Claw usually run themselves. The muffins are done, the lunch rush has cleared, and Stacy has things well under control. The sunshine of May peeked through the front window of the bakery like an invitation, and rather than head right home, I decided to stretch my legs and … Read more

I wish I was tall. Not all the time, mind you. Just moments like today, when I was balancing precariously on a stepstool on my tiptoes. The bakery had an order come in for fifteen dozen cookies for a teacher’s appreciation event at the grade school. There was no way we’d be able to fill … Read more

I can’t believe that I was twenty minutes late to my own interview. In my defense, the Halversons’ three-tier wedding cake wasn’t going to deliver itself, and the rain that started somewhere around eight that morning had no interest in stopping for anyone’s schedule. To add insult to injury, I’d made it back downtown and … Read more

I’ll be honest with you about something before we start. When Kevin asked me to sit down with authors and write about them, I said yes before I fully understood what I was agreeing to. That’s a habit of mine that Stacy has been trying to break me of for years. Just look at our … Read more