Dateline: en route to DFW, Fri. Oct. 15, 201012:41 p.m. CST Something has been brewing just beneath the surface for a few days now, and I’m still struggling to put words to what is little more than a vague notion that something’s there, something worth mulling over. But what, I wonder? Sometimes, I take a …

… yet, I feel like I need to write, and that what I write needs to have a life outside me. So here I am, and I have no idea where to begin. The last week has had tremendous lows and a few truly perspective-altering highs. I struggled my way through my first-ever professional brush …

It was only a week ago that I shared my toothy secret with someone for the first time in a LONG, long time… so it feels appropriate to revisit this LizBlog gem from 2005: Dentistry, and other voodoo magic I’ve gotta go to the dentist again soon… in the next couple of weeks or so. …

Tomorrow I face the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face in my professional career: the very real possibility of total failure, where the outcome is largely a function of how well I can convince three people who are FAR smarter than me that I am not naive, Pollyanna-ish, or “off putting.” I’m none of …

It has taken me most of the day to recover the details — details I won’t share here, and quite possibly will never share with anyone at all — but it’s clear to me now that, no matter how clearly I understand the situation in the plain light of day, the heart wants what the …

{What follows is largely excerpted from an e-mail I wrote last night.} The night before I came back from England, I went down to Castle Park and sat on the edge of a little pond where some ducks and a single swan were paddling around. There was a fantastic breeze in the air that night, …

For the second time in just a couple of months’ time, I had another *really* awful dream about my family last night. Something is deeply wrong, and while I don’t know what it is — and they dismiss my dreams as little more than the vagaries of the subconscious, as most rational people would — …

I read this yesterday in the BritLit book I’m reading currently — it totally cracked me up! 🙂 I was insecure. Brian was right. I Googled ‘jealousy’ when I got home and had it confirmed. The jealousy you feel alerts you to your own feelings of inadequacy, apparently. I saw a photo of Ruth in …

Somehow, two weeks’ time has passed since I saw Dave at DaVinci’s. When it happened, and after I had a day or two to decompress and get some perspective, I promised myself I’d blog about it straightaway. And then one day became another, and I got on a plane and flew to England, and now …

When I can be honest — fully, unabashedly honest — and have the person to whom I’m talking react with glee. When I feel comfortable enough to have a frank discussion about things that once made me nervous and/or bashful. When a song tugs at my soul and catapults me to a place far, far …