Margaret Lesh is the author of the young adult novels Normalish and My Friends Are All Strange, as well as her memoirs Let Me Get This Off My Chest: A Breast Cancer Survivor Over-Shares, and other books. Her short stories have appeared in The Brasilia Review and Dust Jacket Journal.
She lives in Southern California with her whimsical husband and their high-maintenance cat. She has a son in grad school (and sincerely does not know where the time went). A writer optimist, she is on the lookout for quality tacos, the occasional summertime g&t, and a cup of coffee with the right amount of cream and sugar.
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Margaret Lesh is the author of the young adult novels Normalish and My Friends Are All Strange, as well as her memoirs Let Me Get This Off My Chest: A Breast Cancer Survivor Over-Shares, and other books. Her short stories have appeared in The Brasilia Review and Dust Jacket Journal.
She lives in Southern California with her whimsical husband and their high-maintenance cat. She has a son in grad school (and sincerely does not know where the...
Tamoxifen hot flashes, mastectomy, reconstruction, breast cancer etiquette, Frankenboobs, bras with special attachments — Margaret Lesh shares all in her funny, heartfelt collection of essays, anecdotes, and life lessons from the perspective of a two-time breast cancer survivor. She’ll tell you when it’s okay to play the cancer card, what you...
People tell you high school’s so great and wonderful, but they’re lying. It’s mostly horrible and full of disappointment. It sucks. Your best friend abandons you. The jerk you’re in love with pretends to be into you, and then the big dump. The boy you’ve really clicked with as a friend decides to go all crushy over you, so you break his heart...
Right now I’m living at Brookside, a place for people like me. I’ve met a kitty girl, a brooding beautiful boy, one who can’t be touched, and others. My new friends. Strange people. People like me. I’ve always been different, but lately, more so. My hands sometimes don’t seem to be attached to the rest of me. I cut...
