Ken Wheaton

I climbed aboard a Greyhound bus and rode it to New York without telling anyone, without so much as a goodbye. What was I thinking? I wasn__. I was young and stupid and broken. I knew from watching movies that broken people hopped on buses and disappeared. New York seemed far away, geographically, mentally.

In Louisiana, one of the first stages of grief is eating your weight in Popeyes fried chicken. The second stage is doing the same with boudin. People have been known to swap the order. Or to do both at the same time.

Prideful fool. It hurt his feelings that he couldn__ make my crazy go away. You know how men are. Always trying to fix things can__ be fixed.

At this point, none of us are sure why we fight. We__e sisters. We need no good reason to fight, even though we have plenty of them.

Pork and chicken grease, the aromatics of choice for the Cajun.