My Father Called Me A Parasite In Court Until My Lawyer Placed A Sealed Envelope On The Bench

a favor. She said she knew. It was just late. I let the truth stand between us without kicking it to the side.

When she left, I opened the recipe box and found, between pecan pie and blackberry cobbler, one index card in my mother’s handwriting that contained no recipe at all. Just a sentence.

Feed what feeds you back.

I sat with it for a long time.

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