Rachel Lambert

Fran likes to think about dying. It brings sensation to her quiet life. When she makes the new guy at work laugh, it leads to more: a date, a slice of pie, a conversation, a spark. The only thing standing in their way is Fran herself.

A divorced doctor’s carefully constructed life in Cleveland is upended when his daughter’s debate aspirations and the unexpected return of a past love force him to confront his own choices and embrace a second chance.

A man must return home to rural Kentucky where he and his family, fragmented and haunted, still carry the stigma of a murder his brother committed 20 years ago.

A reclusive young woman is paid a surprise visit from her estranged brother, who comes bearing bad news and a mysterious gift.

Shannon can only use one arm. Who knows what happened to the one in a splint. Well, she knows but she’s not telling. But she can’t rest on the healing. There’s bills to pay, and this time she'll make it work. This place will be different. She'll even paint the walls. Make it real pretty. Like a grown-up. And covers on the bed. And places to sit. Maybe that’s how to make this life stick to the ribs. Kevin is a sleepwalker. He’s awake alright, walking right through the day not sure when it starts and stops and starts again. He boxed up his life and drove down to move his mom into a nursing home about a year ago. Now, those boxes have collected as much dust as he has. These two broken people are neighbors in a duplex South of Nashville. They just shuffle and sleep through their broken lives, yards apart, walking the same floor of the same house with a wall running through it. Don't even know each other’s names.

Fran likes to think about dying. It brings sensation to her quiet life. When she makes the new guy at work laugh, it leads to more: a date, a slice of pie, a conversation, a spark. The only thing standing in their way is Fran herself.

A divorced doctor’s carefully constructed life in Cleveland is upended when his daughter’s debate aspirations and the unexpected return of a past love force him to confront his own choices and embrace a second chance.

A divorced doctor’s carefully constructed life in Cleveland is upended when his daughter’s debate aspirations and the unexpected return of a past love force him to confront his own choices and embrace a second chance.

A man must return home to rural Kentucky where he and his family, fragmented and haunted, still carry the stigma of a murder his brother committed 20 years ago.

A man must return home to rural Kentucky where he and his family, fragmented and haunted, still carry the stigma of a murder his brother committed 20 years ago.

A reclusive young woman is paid a surprise visit from her estranged brother, who comes bearing bad news and a mysterious gift.

A reclusive young woman is paid a surprise visit from her estranged brother, who comes bearing bad news and a mysterious gift.

Shannon can only use one arm. Who knows what happened to the one in a splint. Well, she knows but she’s not telling. But she can’t rest on the healing. There’s bills to pay, and this time she'll make it work. This place will be different. She'll even paint the walls. Make it real pretty. Like a grown-up. And covers on the bed. And places to sit. Maybe that’s how to make this life stick to the ribs. Kevin is a sleepwalker. He’s awake alright, walking right through the day not sure when it starts and stops and starts again. He boxed up his life and drove down to move his mom into a nursing home about a year ago. Now, those boxes have collected as much dust as he has. These two broken people are neighbors in a duplex South of Nashville. They just shuffle and sleep through their broken lives, yards apart, walking the same floor of the same house with a wall running through it. Don't even know each other’s names.

Shannon can only use one arm. Who knows what happened to the one in a splint. Well, she knows but she’s not telling. But she can’t rest on the healing. There’s bills to pay, and this time she'll make it work. This place will be different. She'll even paint the walls. Make it real pretty. Like a grown-up. And covers on the bed. And places to sit. Maybe that’s how to make this life stick to the ribs. Kevin is a sleepwalker. He’s awake alright, walking right through the day not sure when it starts and stops and starts again. He boxed up his life and drove down to move his mom into a nursing home about a year ago. Now, those boxes have collected as much dust as he has. These two broken people are neighbors in a duplex South of Nashville. They just shuffle and sleep through their broken lives, yards apart, walking the same floor of the same house with a wall running through it. Don't even know each other’s names.

Shannon can only use one arm. Who knows what happened to the one in a splint. Well, she knows but she’s not telling. But she can’t rest on the healing. There’s bills to pay, and this time she'll make it work. This place will be different. She'll even paint the walls. Make it real pretty. Like a grown-up. And covers on the bed. And places to sit. Maybe that’s how to make this life stick to the ribs. Kevin is a sleepwalker. He’s awake alright, walking right through the day not sure when it starts and stops and starts again. He boxed up his life and drove down to move his mom into a nursing home about a year ago. Now, those boxes have collected as much dust as he has. These two broken people are neighbors in a duplex South of Nashville. They just shuffle and sleep through their broken lives, yards apart, walking the same floor of the same house with a wall running through it. Don't even know each other’s names.