Leah FisherA Letter to the Author.There is rain falling outside my window and my apartment is mostly dark, with only a hint of the waning day evident through my curtains. I…Aug 1, 2021Aug 1, 2021
Leah FisherThe Unwilling Assistant.I faintly remember putting my resume on a job site. I really didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know anything. I couldn’t know…Jul 31, 2021Jul 31, 2021
Leah FisherSkylight.We walk into the house, noses red and fingertips tingling. We are laughing about something. Perhaps that message, deftly retrieved from the…Jul 31, 2021Jul 31, 2021
Leah FisherGarbage Pail Salad.I’ve always had this aversion to wasting food. Partial credit is owed to my late grandmother, Harriet, as she too loathed food waste. I…Jul 31, 2021Jul 31, 2021