" As I stand there, staring absently at the stirring pot on the wall, I remember Greg’s words all those years ago: No one could create peace for me. Yes, I did the tough work to heal on my own. But in the process I’d missed the finer point.
An insular life is just another wall. The realization rushes over me: There can be no peace without community. Real community – people to count on, and who could count on me. "

― Sasha Martin , Life From Scratch: A Memoir of Food, Family, and Forgiveness