Lee DeAmali

Lee DeAmali writes from Los Angeles.

Stories by Lee DeAmali


Illustrated by Nevena Katalina

Despite this being summer, the walnut trees dotting the old farmhouse property were dead. Skeletal branches reached up and drooped down in nature’s mournful display that this was poison land where nothing worthwhile could grow. Jenna was sitting on the porch to catch her breath, devise a plan for how to navigate the inherited property she …