My story “In the Rectory of St. Vitiate Catholic Church” in Streetcake begins, “Father. Both kinds. Priest and patriarch. I’m his shameful fruit…”

A friend mentioned that in their town there was a Catholic priest in their town who had a secret but obvious child, and this story grew out of my wonderings about what it feels like to be the child of a supposedly celibate priest.

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