- 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
- MY LINKS
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 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 »
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 »
A few weeks before Thanksgiving, in preparation for the holiday gift-giving frenzy ahead, my mom crouched in the spare room we called “the office,” code for “the place we store all the junk we don’t need but haven’t thrown away yet.” She tossed… Read full post »
My next door neighbor, ten-year-old Ellen tugged on my hand as the white van in her driveway ground to a stop and a middle-aged blonde in khakis and a sweater climbed out, only the stethoscope around her neck betraying her/… Read full post »
I was the dorkiest cheerleader you’ve ever seen. At my parochial grade school, there were two options for extracurricular activities during the winter: basketball or cheerleading. My parents told me I had to "participate in something" to keep me from spending the entire snowy season watch… Read full post »
I’ll come right out and say it: I chose my college because of money. Sure, the stellar journalism program that made me look there in the first place helped. The location was right: an hour and a half from home, so it was close enough to grab supplies from… Read full post »
I’ve gone to church almost every weekend this summer. No, I haven’t had some dramatic religious conversion. No, I haven’t reawakened my passion for Catholicism. But there’s something there I want, although it isn’t the something I think most of the attendees are looking… Read full post »
"Lizz, I'm sorry. I won't be able to hang out with you tonight. I drank a fifth of Jack, got in a fight with my buddy and flipped my car. The officer didn't give me a DWI, but I know he knew. He just drove me home to my… Read full post »
The mic traveled down the line of middle schoolers, most dressed as doctors, teachers, chefs, with the occasional construction worker or law enforcement officer thrown in. I trembled in my plaid capris and fingered my activist buttons.
“And what do you want to be when you… Read full post »
The crocuses are blooming.
Through several inches of snow, hardy purple blossoms peek, their stiff green leaves waving like soldiers' spears, flanking the more delicate hearts, their little yellow tongues sticking out of the centers in brash defiance of the weather.
March means sp… Read full post »
Newsprint yellows with age overnight. One day, I sat at the kitchen counter eating my morning cereal before school, eagerly flipping through the newspaper until I came to my name. I would critique the finished product with an eagle eye, crowing gleefully over risky sentences or daring quotes… Read full post »