So, I guess you could say this is the long version…
I’m Liza. I’m married to my high school sweetheart who used to play professional basketball overseas and is a giant. As I alluded to earlier, we’re from the same hometown otherwise we’d have never met because I am what people affectionately refer to as a total square and he is a bona-fide somebody.
I have a daughter who just turned two on Halloween. She’s simultaneously the best thing I’ve ever created and the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. She is also a giant and last week when she was sick, I had a total breakdown because trying to hold and rock her is like wrestling an octopus or a small bison. Because of her size everyone assumes she’s older than she is, and sometimes I feel people trying to judge her developmental level based on her size and I begin explaining loudly she is very smart and just a big baby to the point where a crowd begins to gather.
I’ve been writing forever and blogging around places since 2009 but completely inconsistently, anonymously and sporadically. I finally settled down to lizadora.com in September of 2015 mostly because it’s my name and I can’t leave it. I write children’s books, quasi-depressing essays (I’m going thru a phase), I’m working on a YA novel and I take classes in screenwriting. At some point I’m going to write a memoir, but I think I should probably wait until I actually do something. I’m thinking a reality show. Either “Project Runway: But You Don’t Have to Sew Zippers” or “House Hunters: Just Joking, We’re Still Renting”.
I have a chemistry degree from Texas A&M because it seemed like a good idea at the time, and I started enough small fires on campus it’s slightly alarming I’m not on some sort of watch list. I was a head coach at the high school level and a teacher for 5 years. It was wonderful and frustrating and I think our education system is a broken one filled with amazingly talented people going to waste and I still miss my kids terribly.
I was kicking @$$ in nursing school until early 2015 when I was diagnosed with a rare ocular cancer, so now I’m trying to kick its @$$ and so far, so good. There’s a quote about writers doing everything possible to avoid actually writing and it rings my truth bell. Had the universe not tried to kill me I wouldn’t have begun writing seriously. And by seriously I mean in my pajamas at our kitchen counter.
I consider myself a life blogger not a lifestyle blogger for a few reasons; the main one being that my personal style is a cross between Maggie Smith’s character from “Downton Abbey” and Shawn from “Boy Meets World”. I also don’t drink coffee or wine and those might actually be prerequisites.
If we’re going to be friends there are a few things you should consider: I write well enough that people ask me for advice, but I’m 31 and have no idea what the hell I’m doing. Also, there is a pile of clothes laying flat and smooth on top of my bed going on 10 days now that I can’t be bothered to put hangers in because “Homeland” came back without me knowing and I think we can all agree Security of the United States and their interests abroad should be paramount. I’m thinking of just sewing the clothes together and calling it a duvet.
Also, Jolie Gray is the editor of my books and my appointed life editor. If you find mistakes in my writing or in my actions it is because I likely didn’t run it by her first. And by likely I mean I didn’t. Furthermore, do not view my lack of respect for punctuation appropriateness as a reflection of my favorite English teacher because we’re Facebook friends and she’ll totally see it and because I didn’t have her until I was a senior and by then I was already ruined.