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.
"I find, again and again, just by spending the time, by asking very simple questions, people have said the most astonishing things to me."