I Loved My Parents... But That Can

I Learned That If I Could Read, I Could Cook. I Surprised Myself I Like It.

I Could Bear The Memory, But I Could Not Bear The Music That Made The Memory Such A Killing Thing.

Carolina Beach Music," Dupree Said, Coming Up On The Porch. "the Holiest Sound On Earth.

The World Of Literature Has Everything In It, And It Refuses To Leave

To Describe Our Growing Up In The Lowcountry Of South Carolina, I Would Have To Take You To The Marsh On A Spring Day, Flush The Great Blue Heron From Its Silent Occupation, Scatter Marsh Hens As We Sink To Our Knees In Mud, Open An Oyster With A Pocketknife And Feed It To You From The Shell And Say, 'there. That Taste. That's The Taste Of My Childhood.'