My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

sweater with dark circles no amount of concealer could address, and baked a sweet potato pie from my grandmother’s recipe because my mother had asked me to bring one. I used the version with bourbon and nutmeg. While it baked I stood in my kitchen drinking black coffee and staring at the wall.

I drove to Fayetteville with the pie on the passenger seat continue reading …