Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

flour sacks, leaving me alone in the small storage room behind the kitchen. The shelves were loaded with sixty-pound sacks of unbleached flour, tins of baking powder, and small brown bottles of vanilla extract that smelled of sweet alcohol.

I stood before the high shelf where our mother’s old baking supplies were kept, my fingers finding the small velvet continue reading …