Quotes by : Erica Bauermeister

I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of....

Isabelle had always thought of her mind as a garden, a magical place to play as a child, when the grown-ups....

Maybe your mind won't remember what I cooked last week, but your body will.

She quickly realized she had an affinity for the older books and their muted scents of past dinners and....

Life is beautiful. Some people just remind you of that more than others.

It was interesting. Isabelle thought, the children that chose you. Some come through your body; others....

We’re all just ingredients. What matters is the grace with which you cook the meal.

She became a frame for the picture that was her son and daughter.

The women ranged in age, but they were all old enough to know that in the currency of friendship, empathy....

You're not traveling if you already know everything.