Liz

But the thing is, I continue to believe about myself that my weirdness is really more quirky than anything… and I continue to believe that the people in this world who I most want to be around — be they friends or more — are those people who appreciate my quirkiness, who love my passion …

This comes from the introduction to a collection of essays by Nora Ephron, entitled “Wallflower at the Orgy.” She does a nice job explaining why some people, myself included, feel drawn to journalism. While I haven’t been a practicing journalist in many years, I empathize quite well with what she’s describing here. With the exception …

Tomorrow I’m going to see Maggie. It has been two weeks. Two very, very long weeks… filled with all sorts of exciting funsies, such as facing down Dr. Jones, trying to reach out to people who need some help, trying navigate murky waters with respect to people about whom I care a great deal, and …

*actual excerpt* from a random FB stalker chat today (just now, in fact): Random FB guy: hey liz how are ya Liz: I’m exhausted. today has been stressful Random FB guy: good glad to hear that… Seriously?!?!?! I hate it when people don’t listen to me. Ignore me? Fine. Ask me how I’m doing and …

So, the last few days have shimmered with happiness-inspired awesomeness. For starters, after mulling it over extensively during my Gilbert Family Reunion road trip, a few days ago I un-Facebook-friended the person who’s been a major source of disappointment and negativity over the last couple of weeks, which was a HUGE STEP for someone like …

When I got back from the reunion and checked my mail, I found the annual letter from Vandy parking letting me know how to procure my bargain-basement (ha!) parking permit for next year. Good news: Vandy has managed to change my name everywhere! Woot! Bad news: They spelled it wrong. Everywhere. D’oh! I’m thrilled to …

Last night, I finally got to see a full-band show with The Floating Men, and it was so good that it took my breath away. There is something so indescribably amazing about being in the room (a small room, at that) when really good music is being played. It moves me, renders me speechless, and …

Things are good, my friends. Very, very good.

My father is a man of few words, but I’ve always said that those few words are almost always gems, and certainly worth paying attention to. One of his favorite sayings is that “everything is relative” … to be sure, he didn’t come up with the idea on his own, but I find myself smiling …

This will be another one of my rare (but increasingly frequent) posts wherein I bare some things I typically keep pretty close to the vest. Everyone ready? A couple of things happened this week that have really got me thinking about where I’m at these days — emotionally, I mean. The first was a really …