She Mocked My Cabin Inheritance Then I Opened the Floor and Found the Truth

The church smelled like old wood and too much perfume, and by the time we got back to my mother’s house in Albany, everyone was exhausted in that specific way of people who have performed grief in front of an audience for several hours. Family I hadn’t seen in years was still hanging around picking at casseroles that had been reheated three times. continue reading …