“Raw persimmon is an acquired taste," he said, handing me a slice, "but I have a feeling you'll like this one." I… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
“It would be a den for overgrown children looking for an indulgence, something nostalgic, something simultaneously luxurious and youthful. Much like a… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
“In my mind, there was nothing better than a cupcake with a funny little twist. I liked bold pairings of fresh ingredients… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
“I still couldn't believe how creative Annie was in coming up with the different flavors and embellishments for each cupcake; the finished… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
“At the sight of the dozen assorted cupcakes, as bright and optimistic as party hats, Louise's eyes lit up. "How wonderful!" she… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
“By contrast, my method of eating a cupcake was quite straightforward - step one: gobble it down one large bite at a time until… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Even in its ragged state, the garden is astonishingly beautiful. The untended, untouched look of it--- and the ivy-covered walls that protect it on… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“I hugged Wes and inhaled the scent of his neck- a reassuringly familiar combination of coffee and leather and something sweet I always had… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Honeysuckle: A hardy flowering vine or shrub with sprays of tubular blossoms whose strong, honeyed scent offers protection from those who intend harm” — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Raw persimmon is an acquired taste," he said, handing me a slice, "but I have a feeling you'll like this one." I resisted the… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“The expensive wine coated my throat with warm notes of fig and vanilla. Mozzarella melted like cream on my tongue and a jumble of… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Over the previous few weeks, I'd finally perfected the Julia St. Clair wedding cupcake: classic lemon cake with a hidden heart of my mom's… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Pedaling down Dune Drive on a red beach cruiser, Dani ahead of her and Vanessa behind her, is a transporting experience. The night is… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Shoot. It's always so disappointing to realize the world goes on without me.” — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“I scanned the room, knowing it couldn't take long to spot Annie, who had chosen to wear a floor-length 1960s muumuu in a deep… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Just because something good happens to someone else doesn't mean something good won't also happen to you” — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“A lush clematis vine, its sweet vanilla scent calming and comforting, climbs over tented bamboo poles to form her reading fort. White jasmine flowers… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Since when had I become such a slave to security? Since when had my dream to be my own boss morphed into merely working… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“Daffodil: A flowering plant in the amaryllis family with a trumpet-like bloom whose rich, honeyed scent carries a message of new beginnings” — Meg Donohue Copy Share
“It would be a den for overgrown children looking for an indulgence, something nostalgic, something simultaneously luxurious and youthful. Much like a pharmaceutical drug… — Meg Donohue Copy Share
