On Sunday, my father and stepmother threw a party for my book.
Season to Taste is going to be published this month. (Two weeks!)
At the party, I wore the perfume that I bought in France, back when I was reporting the book. Its smell reminds me of the beach.
I talked with some new friends and some old friends. (And a baby named Hannah, with perfect, perfect toes.)
There was cake.
(The air smelled like champagne.)
I read from my book.
Because not only did they throw me a lovely party.
But they took care of me when I was down.
(They sure know how to celebrate, too.)