Leap Day

She’s taken many leaps over the years, each one as a different version of herself. Lizzie. Elizabeth. Liz.

  • Excerpt

     On her fourth birthday, Lizzie’s father set up the ladder and promised to catch her. She giggled all the way up, but lost her nerve at the top. I got you, kiddo, said Pop, so Lizzie closed her eyes and leapt. The thrill of the air — that momentary suspension between ladder and embrace — sent her wriggling out from her father’s arms and right back up the ladder. A squeal, a leap, a catch, again and again and again.