There is a very specific kind of magic that happens when you’re standing in your kitchen, a cup of warm ginger tea in hand, just taking in the quiet of the house. Living alone at 73, my kitchen island has become the absolute heart of my home. It’s where I chop my vegetables, where I roll out pie dough, and where I gather with friends when they come to visit.
But recently, while I was wiping down the counters, I found myself staring at that little ledge. You know the
