Margaret Leigh

She’s fading, her brain cells flaking like paint, her spine crumbling, joints fusing, the past seeking its reckoning. Well, high time. She never thoug

A single lightbulb hangs from a cord and throws her shadow against the stone walls. Her back is hunched. That is not her, cannot be her. She pulls her

You are a vessel of god and I am his messenger, he said. She felt the weight of respect for authority, the burden of it, handed to her by her grandmot

Catherine drank until the alcohol’s effects allowed for her to sleep. Alone in their bed, she thought about Bud. Every couple subsides off a narrative

Allen’s superpower is that he’s a problem solver. And as long as he is intellectually challenged by the problem and is meeting interesting people and

"Figure out what you're good at without trying, then try."