Leah Reich

Every Wednesday, I write: https://medium.com/a-year-of-wednesdays and https://medium.com/the-book-of-home/

The Beach

The dress was tight and short. It had three-quarter length sleeves and a wide boatneck. It was an inexpensive ‘80s-meets-‘60s party pattern, all wild swirls and blocks of color. When I…

Chapter 8: Never Anyone But You

In London, sometimes the birds sing in the middle of the night. Of all the things you might learn about a city before you spend any length of time there, it…

Chapter 7: What If

When I left home as a teenager to go to college, I expected a transformation would take place. It was the transformation most of us imagine, those of us who struggled to…

Chapter 6: The Ritual

Over dinner one recent night, he told me a story from his time living in another, very different country.

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One essay a week, every Wednesday, for a year.

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With Grace

One chapter a week, every Wednesday. The first series: https://medium.com/a-year-of-wednesdays

A Recipe, A Cake

Chapter 5: Caught in the Middle

When I was a very little girl, my family moved from a very large city on the eastern seaboard to a very small town in a western mountain range.

Chapter 4: I Keep On

The first time I fell in love in California it was with California itself. I was 16.

I have fallen in love many times in my life. Always with animals…

Chapter 3: Two Truths and a Lie

Sometimes I forget how big California is. “I live in Northern California,” I say. “In Berkeley,” if I’m talking to someone who’s familiar with the area. “In…

Chapter 2: Never For Love

The first time I moved there, I did not go to San Francisco because I loved it. I moved there because it was not Berkeley. I was twenty-two.

Chapter 1: Origami City

San Francisco, as far as cities go, is not large. It is a little over 46 square miles, or just under 49 square miles, which makes it a tidy 7x7 in the imagination of…

Prologue: Root Down

The stories I tell about who I am are not always true.

I do not mean that I am a liar, or that I intentionally deceive. Only on rare occasion do I spin…

With Grace

At the end of 2013 I interviewed for a job I wanted very badly. The job was an editorial position at a well-known media company, and I’d written a memo for it, full of ideas and the…