...the blossom of our family, like one of those miraculous fruit trees that taps into an invisible vein of nurture and bears radiant bushels of plums while the trees around it merely go on living.

“So you make a deal with the gods. You do these dances and they'll send rain and…”

“It's just lucky for Father he never had any sons. He might have been forced to …”

“Loose lips sink ships.”

“[from an excerpt by her daughter Camille] Living on the land that has grown my …”