Three Bags of Cashews and a Dishonest Sister In Law at the Wedding

window, checking for smudges before slipping them back on.

I reached into my handbag and pulled out the yellowed recipe card for our Clodhopper candy. The card was soft at the corners, smudged with ancient butter stains and my mother’s faded blue ink from forty years ago. I laid it on the green felt of his desk, right next to his leather continue reading …