We children sat transfixed before that moon our mother had called forth from the waters. When the moon had reached its deepest silver, my sister, Savannah, though only three, cried aloud to our mother, to Luke and me, to the river and the moon, "Oh, Mama, do it again!" And I had my earliest memory.

Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.

A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.

Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves. Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.

The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.