A blister formed on the base of my index finger.
I walked up the stairs weightlifting two full big bags of shopping.
a comforting family recipe
My mother texted back the salivating emoji and asked me to save her some.
My feelings floated and then I started to walk to a park.
I’ve arrived at lunchtime, though of course Mummy would have fed me at any hour.
This is not my first trip to a grocery store, nor is my ability to read and reason my only skill.
The image of Edna Lewis as a communist may jar with the more acceptable one of the “Grand Dame of Southern cooking.”
Open house. Open guts. Open pots and pans.