Lindsey Fisher

Lindsey Dunagan Fisher is sitting in her kitchen in Northern California late at night eating leftover birthday cake and  wearing a bathrobe she’s had for twenty years. Tomorrow she will run in and out of the house seventeen times to remember the keys! And his backpack! And my water bottle! And let’s go, let’s go, come on, let’s go! But at this very moment, when the children are asleep and her husband is asleep and the dog is curled up at her feet, she writes.