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I believe that space has memory, and this space hadn’t forgotten me.
The real me lived here, in this kitchen, among the worn-out cookbooks like Charleston Receipts and the huge book from Cypress, a fab restaurant on Broad Street that no longer stood, and the mismatched plates and lingering aromas of Gran’s baking.
It doesn’t matter how old you are, or how old your children are, you will always go to their rescue.
It was our family’s greatest treasure, a love letter from an extraordinary lady I’d never met but felt I knew.
Alice always said you could get away with saying anything you wanted, even something downright rude, if you wrapped it up in funny, smart packaging; it’s all about the delivery.
You could keep New York’s skyline; this place was the landscape of my soul.
“Well, it says Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.”
Our peaches are the best, and every peach we eat is from here. I inhale one, smelling the sunshine on it.
There was something about the sea and its roaring, thunderous power that humbled and inspired me.
but sadness can’t be a weapon you use against your own family.
It’s such a gift to be able to nourish someone else and entertain them at the same time.
Gran was my source of strength, my lighthouse. If her light went dark, I wouldn’t know in which direction to sail.
One of the lessons my mother had taught me was never to try to save money on paper towels or garbage bags. Life’s messes required the good stuff.
“Yes, girl, it is a lot. Everything that’s worth a lot requires a lot of effort. You can’t grow while you’re comfortable, y’eh?”
“Yep, that’s it. When one is truly sorry, the only words that matter are the apology, identifying what exactly the apology is for, and a promise to not do it again.
Maybe violets don’t have thorns like roses, or heavy fragrances like lilies or magnolias, but they are just as strong.
“Momma, you can’t pour from an empty cup. You can’t be of help to anyone if you aren’t helping yourself.
