I’m not going to lie. Writing these “about me” sections is on par with setting my hair on fire and beating it out with a golf shoe. But I won’t, because my hair is my best feature. And on days when I’m sleep deprived and the circles under my eyes look like I have a serious illness, my hair is the only good feature I have left. Either way, I loathe this, but I’m not setting my hair on fire. Because I like it.
My name is Liz.
I’m a mother. I’m a wife. I’m a writer. I do all those of those things in varying shades of skill and whoopsies.
I’m from Arkansas, living in New York City. I miss having a yard, but I love seeing dogs who wear more expensive shoes than I do.
I love God, and when this life is over we’re having a Come-To-Jesus meeting because I’ve got a list of questions that makes Santa’s Naughty and Nice list look like Cliffsnotes.
I refuse to eat pop tarts, Halloween is my favorite holiday of all time (hence the family picture above where I’m trying super hard not to smile because it would have ruined my mime lip makeup but it was awesomely hard because my daughter was yelling her most scary witch laugh “wooohahahah” right in my ear), and there is nothing in this world I love more than smelling the top of my kid’s head, even after an hour at the park.
Welcome to my blog.