At Mother’s Day Dinner My Family Made A Decision For Me And The Next Morning Everything Changed

Rice and dark, silky gravy. Collard greens cooked down the way only patience produces. Cornbread brushed with honey. My mother knew how to make a table look like love, and sometimes that was its own form of confusion, being fed beautifully by people who couldn’t seem to offer care in any other form.

For the first half hour, dinner stayed in the familiar continue reading …