Faithful LizBlog readers! You have been a true delight over the thousand or so posts I’ve made here in the last six years (and counting). However, given the total lack of anonymity afforded by my choice of URLs, I’ve decided to begin anew somewhere less easily identified by my name… this is actually a preemptive …

Monday, Oct. 183:40pm CSTDateline: somewhere between Las Vegas and Dallas Funny, isn’t it, how spending a few days away from home and outside my comfort zone rarely fails to help me mentally zero in on what’s important? I’ve just spent three days in Vegas with a dear friend from college, and in the wake of …

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 …