Lucy Hicks Anderson
The Unshakeable Hostess of Oxnard
A woman’s place is at her own table.
You don’t get to be the hostess of a town without knowing how to keep things running—smooth, warm, and with a little sass under the sweet. I’ve fed judges, fishermen, and gossip with the same plate. When California tried to tell me who I could be, I looked them in the eye like they were late for dinner and the roast was already carved.
What I'm Into: my kitchen, Reuben's steady hand, whispers that turn into lawsuits, apple pie that could win a war, keeping my peace
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