My Husband Bakes, Too

Every Christmas, Ted bakes eight dozen snickerdoodles for our nieces and nephews and their families in North and South Carolina. (It’s enough for us to have a few extras. Cue the smiley face.) He’s continuing a tradition begun by his mother, who baked these yummy vanilla-laced and cinnamon-coated cookies every year. Read on for the recipe.

A Happy Advent Sunday, Jitters and All

Ted and I agreed to light the third Advent candle this past Sunday at our Presbyterian church in downtown Atlanta. Easy peasy, we thought.

Because of travel, we had missed the previous two candle lightings. But when I viewed the video of one of the services, panic set in. This was a more complicated ceremony than the one at our former church in the northeast Georgia mountains. Way. More. Complicated.