Her hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with its meat scooped out. — Thrity Umrigar Copy Share Image
“I brought a coconut cream pie, Mom's favorite. Coconut's hard, dirty, shaggy exterior didn't promise much. But when you cracked it open and then cleaned it up, it surprised you with the smooth white riches inside. In a coconut shell,… — Judith Fertig Copy Share Image
