The other day I made cornbread and as I did, I spent time with Mama. She was there by my side as clearly as the times that, as a child, I watched her make it.

Whenever I sew, make biscuits, cornbread or scrape a bowl clean down to the last speck, I remember Mama and all she taught me. I was 3 when I started climbing up on the stool on which she sat as she sewed. I stood behind her, my hands on her shoulders, peeping over and watching every stitch she made.

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