A couple of years ago, we had a family move in across the street with young kids who looked to be around my kids’ ages. Score! I figured I’d pop by with some “Welcome to the ‘hood!” cookies â€“ ’til I remembered that I don’t bake. And buying cookies from the grocery store didn’t felt very neighborly â€“ or at least it wouldn’t help with the whole “Look at me, I’m so together” first impression I was hoping to make.
But then a close friend let me in on her dirty little secret. More