Brittany Lee Allen

Gifts Forged in Grief

When plunking piano keys and singing at the top of my lungs turned to boredom, I asked to go outside. “Sure, baby. By the way, there’s watermelon in the fridge and Whitehouse Cherry Ice Cream in the freezer,” my Mamaw said in her Kentucky-born accent. I dashed out the garage door, my pastel dress and […]