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 12: Crushing

If you split my sternum and opened my chest, this is what I imagine you would find:

a heart


Chapter 11: Burning Bright


In the high desert at night, the wind blew hard and strong. We built a fire in the small pit at the top of our hill and placed a dome over it, but the flames…


Chapter 10: Buried Treasure


When I was a very little girl, my parents nicknamed me Hector the Collector, after the Shel Silverstein poem from his book of children’s poetry published the 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 9: Naked

In a drawer in my room, tucked next to a box of keepsakes, two vibrators, some leg warmers, and a pair of plaid pajamas originally purchased for my mother when she was in the…


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.


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…