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We didn’t have a lot. So we shared. In so many ways. I did know we didn’t have a lot. The other thing I knew was that we had so much more than many.
We never forgot what our mother gave us through love and sacrifice when, out of necessity, she moved us in with my grandparents. She gave us family.
Do not ever, to anyone, for any reason, get into debt, my queens, she’d said, more than once. A kind-hearted soul can be a lender, but a borrower you should never be. Debt is a string. Strings tie you down. And I want my queens to fly free.
reading me as someone who might be able to take care of myself (in normal circumstances), and that drew him in because he was confident enough not to allow my confidence to minimize his. And I wanted that. I wanted the kind of partner who got me, got off on that and complemented me, letting me complement him.
I’d forgotten an important lesson my mother taught me. Shit worked out and you lived while it did.
a safari dinner on Christmas Eve.” “A what?” “Drinks and appetizers at mine. Dinner at Johnny and Izzy’s. Dessert at Margot and Dave’s. It took us approximately fifty texts to talk Margot into doing dessert,
Mix moonlight with motor oil.”
It was about being reminded about the magnificence of the universe, and how you were an integral part of it, and you should not waste a moment, you should find time to savor its beauty while you had your time amongst its majesty.
With as little as they had, they’d had it all.
