Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.
Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.
I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
A library could show you everything if you knew where to look.
She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.
I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.