Pixie Lynn Whitfield

«You’re fearless.”»

Pixie Lynn Whitfield


«The house was the color of baby vomit.»

Pixie Lynn Whitfield


«Before I could respond, I looked out the window again and as if in response to my thoughts, I saw Cooper walking up my driveway. My jaw dropped. I peeked around the kitchen doorframe. Mom was still lost to the television. I turned and looked out the window to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. No, it was really him. And he had a horse walking beside him. How clichéd could it get?»

Pixie Lynn Whitfield