- Buffalo, New York, USA
- August 13
- writer, editor, reporter, photographer, propagator and patron of the arts: all.
- Author of "Buffalo Steel" (Black Rose Writing 2013), I'm the editor of a small newspaper in upstate New York, hold an MFA in creative writing from Goddard College.
I also freelance for several publications, both print and online.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Stop racing to the top
October 29, 2013 10:28AM
- Balancing act: disability and
illness in literature
February 09, 2013 01:27PM
- Studies of the edges of things
or who we are together
January 22, 2013 04:10PM
- More than sadness: the
October 01, 2012 04:11PM
- Suicide: why we need to talk
September 11, 2012 12:08AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thank you, Helvetica.
Great name, by the way! I
February 09, 2013 02:02PM
- “Rachel: And thank you
think grief and depression
October 01, 2012 10:02PM
- “Lucinda: Thanks for
reading and commenting, even
if OS ate
your first one. Hate
August 28, 2012 01:57PM
- “Christine: Thank you!
I'm glad it resonated with
August 22, 2012 02:44PM
- “Frank: Thanks, in turn,
for your insightful comments.
August 21, 2012 05:32PM
Lizz Schumer's Links
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“I can’t take it anymore,” she said, as matter-of-factly as she had ordered a lentil burger just minutes before. Her hand wrapped around her diet coke with lemon like the proclamation was just another mundane part of our conversation, just another cog in the machine of our workaday… Read full post »
Remember Lurlene McDaniel? When I was in elementary and middle school, I couldn’t get enough of her books. For those who missed this 90s pre-teen phenomenon, McDaniel specialized in what the Daily Mail has recently dubbed “sick lit,” , books a/… Read full post »
I’m thinking about the ways in which we protect ourselves. Against each other. Against ourselves. There’s a paper taped to my bulletin board that reads, “what are we bracing from?” Another says, “studies of the edges of things.”
My handwriting has ch… Read full post »
I wish they would stop calling depression a mental illness. Because when I’m depressed, my mind is the last to go. I find it first in my body. On that morning when depression first descends,… Read full post »
I want to talk about suicide because hardly anyone does. Suicide is the whisper that goes around the room at funeral parlors like a virus spread from handshake to handshake. It’s He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. It’s the deep, dark secret that hides in the family skeleton closet and the silence… Read full post »
"I don't understand how girls could let that happen to them. What makes a person stay with someone who hurts them?" My boyfriend, my kind, beautifully gentle boyfriend twined his fingers in mine. I sipped my glass of wine and stared into the bonfire flames. I wondered what he'd say if… Read full post »
A new online literary and arts journal released its first issue this week. Limn Literary & Arts Journal is a project to support new and emerging artists and to bridge the gap between art and assistance. Limn is well poised to become a major player in disability arts assistance and… Read full post »
I didn’t read Domestication Handbook. I devoured it. Or, it devoured me. Or, I stopped thinking about the distinction as I fell into author Kristen Stone’s unique way with language that begs investigation, mastication and complete, total attention.
There are boo… Read full post »
As I drive North, the color fades away.
Past the expanses of lush green lawn, punctuated only by two-car garages, two-story colonials, two kids and a dog, all of them shut tight against the interloping world. Their sprinklers lazily fanning their corporate-constructed gardens a… Read full post »
I think it was the bumper sticker that did it.
My parents have always been Republicans. Well, technically, my mom was a registered Democrat up until a few years ago, which she maintains to this day was a mistake of her wayward youth. Kind of like tie dye and that afro… Read full post »
Erin hated me because my first name was the same as her middle name. To a kidnergartener, stealing someone's name is among the utmost transgressions. At five years old, a name is the closest thing any of us had to an identity, and I had hijacked half of… Read full post »
I miss our tender moments. Remember the concert where you draped yourself over my shoulders and fell there, like dead weight against the dove-curve where my neck meets my back? You were heavy and real against me and the smell of your hair engulfed my nostrils. It was unpleasant to everyone… Read full post »
Stop seeing his eyes in other people's faces. When you pass someone on the sidewalk, don't let your chest throb with recognition. Don't stare for a few seconds longer than necessary, remembering how you used to swim grateful laps in depths so much like those that are achingly familiar.
Wh… Read full post »
I spend more time thinking about writing than actually writing. The thought of producing words, of stringing them together into phrases, then sentences, maybe, paralyzes my fingers, a shot of Novocain in each knuckle, hunched like little old men over the keys. Arthritic shoulders. Just… Read full post »
Ok, I admit it. Last night, when I was supposed to be diving brain-first into Terry Tempest Williams' "Refuge," I read the "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins instead. And as much as it pains my pretentious literature nerd soul to jump on the bandwagon, I'm hooked.
My edi… Read full post »
I'm reading a poetry anthology called Beauty is a Verb: the New Poetry of Disability, edited by Jennifer Bartlett, Shelia Black and Michael Northen and I want to literally devour it. I want to break its spine and tear its pages out, one by one, stuff them in my mouth/… Read full post »
To thine own self be true.
Above all else, be kind.
Can we be both? Should we? And just how far does "kind" extend?
I've been thinking a lot lately about the treatment of the scenes and, by association, the characters who appear in my… Read full post »
Sometimes, something as small as a paperback from a friend can change your life. But, like most improbable cliches, the timing has to be right for that to happen. You have to be in a certain state of mind: optimistic, maybe. Or overtired. You also have to be in the… Read full post »
Back in elementary school, we had a thing called Show and Tell. I'm sure some of you remember. The idea was, each kid brought in her most treasured possession, something particularly gross, exciting, sparkly, shiny, whatever, and showed it off to one-up the next kid. If you didn't have… Read full post »
If the economy was a joke in 2009, freshly-minted college grads were the punchline.
December 2008: the economy is tanking, and it's tanking hard. Unemployment is skyrocketing, moms are competing with their teens who are elbowing their retired grandmas out of the way, all because m… Read full post »
I close my eyes and I am a dancer
all pin-tight turns like curls I used to twirl in my hair
when I wanted to look like Somebody.
Box steps liberate me
one-two-one-two out of the limitations my life has placed on me
Last night,… Read full post »
You know what bothers me most about the LeRoy high school "mass hysteria" case that's receiving so much media attention right now? The fact that the parents are refusing to allow their children to seek treatment because, apparently, they don't like the diagnosis.
The neurologists at the… Read full post »
I love getting emails.
I know this is the age of text messages and facebook and social media and email is like, sooooo five seconds ago, but is there anything as exciting as looking at your phone and seeing that little red star that means "someone wants to… Read full post »
Sometimes I write feverishly.
The words spread through my veins like wildfire and burst out my fingers, burning burning burning through my thoughts until the only relief is dipping them in ink, shaking them across a keyboard. Letters, then words, then sentences that become stories appe… Read full post »