“The South is different from anywhere else on earth. Every time I returned, it seemed it was the beginning of my greatest story, like something was about to happen, the kind of something music was written about. There was a… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
“A deep-yellow sauce dotted with green encircled a plump piece of white fish; gently seared golden skin nestled in a smaller circle of plump cherry tomatoes. There was a small handful of lemon-pepper-drizzled arugula salad with shaved slices of Parmesan cheese. I slid my fork into the side of the fish, popped the opaque flesh into my mouth, and tasted… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share
“There was this time of morning that always gave me peace. I liked to call it the "Violet hour." Not because it was my… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
“Just then, like a hot knife through butter, the unmistakable aroma of Alice's apple pie cut through the smell of grease in the kitchen.… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
“The South is different from anywhere else on earth. Every time I returned, it seemed it was the beginning of my greatest story, like… — Victoria Benton Frank Copy Share Image
