My Cardboard Balcony

Did You Want Some Cornbread? by Belinda Roddie Sweet potato and pulled pork soup is never quite the same without a big lump of crumbly cornbread. Did you want some? My mom liked to make it before her back gave up and the rest of her soul crumbled with it. Now I'm next in line to prepare the batch. Enjoy them. When you're done, I'll kiss the crumbs off your cheeks and appreciate the taste from both things.

It was Improv Night at the Kentucky Fried Funhouse, and drinks and appetizers were half off. I was enjoying a round of "Sex Is Like..." with my friends, switching mouthfuls of wonton tacos with cold sloshes of cider, when my phone rang. I took it. It was my mom. "Yeah?" "Honey?" my mother sounded worried. "Have you heard from your brother at all?"