Nobody Will Tell You This But Me: A True (as told to me) Story: 'I loved this book more than I can say' Nigella Lawson

by Bess Kalb

The woman who ran the house called my mother “filthy,” and my mother narrowed her eyes and resolved not to be bothered by that word. Her filth marked how long she had survived, how improbable it was she had come this far.

Bessie, if you try on a dress and you don’t immediately want to parade outside the dressing room and show it off to everyone in the store, take it off and forget it ever existed.

No matter what happens, keep walking. My zayde always said that if the earth is cracking behind you right up to your heels, you put one foot in front of the other. You keep going. Nothing’s as important as moving forward.