About Me

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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 […]

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Ghosts

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I don’t know what it is about turning thirty but it’s something. Some publication just said the 30’s have now gone from the happiest to the unhappiest decade. It’s hard not to wonder, when you live in a culture that idolizes youth, when do you start losing value? I still think a lot about different […]

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The Invisible Boy

My daughter was born on Halloween. I “technically” picked this for her birthday since I was having a C-section. My though process was this: 1. Fun Parties 2. GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME, RIGHT NOW. Last week we were all trucking through the chaotic abyss that was Target before Halloween, and I heard a […]

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A Teacher’s Story

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It was 9:40, the night before we give our science standardized test. My phone rang and on the other end was a normally booming voice, subdued and wet with grief. “Coach”. I hung up the phone in disbelief. She said her father, a high-ranking member of the local church, had been called out to her […]

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Bathtime in Black and White

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I kneel next to the bathtub and gently rinse the soap from your hair. You stick foam numbers to the side of the tub and then splash them off. I empty the conditioner bottle onto your head, because Daddy let you nap with your hair out and it curls and twirls and twists itself up […]

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#GirlMomma

Girl Momma by Liza Dora

I get it, you’re new. That sounds strange to you still. Girl momma. You see the #BoyMomma hashtag all the time. You identified with it, and this—this is so new. It’s ok if you’re a little scared. It is different. Your boys are growing up in a world where they will likely make more money […]

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Just, Thank You

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I don’t know when I started apologizing. I know, even now, as a mom, it was one of the first things I taught my daughter to do. To say sorry. If you hurt someone, physically or emotionally, you have to say sorry. I believe in that. I believe in the power of a sincere apology. […]

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What Your Child Did For Mine

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A friend shared your Facebook page with me. I saw in the top photo a date. Your daughter had already passed. I was late. I read your most recent post. It was written to be light but a heaviness hung in the spaces between sentences. I scrolled to the bottom of your page and began […]

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Half-Full

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  I’ve always been an optimist—I can’t help it. There were times I wanted to wear flannel shirts and stand slumped like Claire Danes in My So-Called Life. That persona seemed so mysterious and alluring. I wanted to be the brooding-writer and the complicated girl who just needed someone to care, but… …I’m not. I’ve […]

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A Week Ago Today

A Week Ago Today Liza Dora

Today felt really normal didn’t it? You carried around your elephant and made it eat the couch. We read books. We baked bread. Before lunch we played outside. You waved hello to birds and chased butterflies, singing out confidently “I got it, I got it”, even though you never did. You lay quietly for a […]

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Baby. Birds.

Baby Birds Liza Dora

As soon as I had my daughter, the questions began. Seriously, the kid still had afterbirth smudges and well-meaning nurses, family members, friends, strangers started to ask if I was ready for a second child. “Do you want another one?” Another what? Another Norco? Yes, please. “Are you ready to get started on the next […]

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The Mother Load

The Mother Load - Liza Dora

So, I’m that girl. The one that hated pregnancy. The one crushed by guilt anytime someone around me confides they can’t conceive. Because I hated it. SO. MUCH. I was nauseous through my first two trimesters and I gained 48 pounds in my last. I was hot, uncomfortable and didn’t sleep for the last eight […]

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Dating Advice for My Former Self

Dating Advice for My Former Self

Hey you! Yes you, there, with your awful frizzy hair and mouthful of braces. You with your knobby knees and secret love of books about horses. I’d like to give you a few tips to save us both some grief. That boy is not for you. I know He’s cute, now, with his sandy brown […]

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10 Obvious Pieces of Unsolicited Parenting Advice

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You’ll wish you’d thought of it (except you DID)… 1. Don’t let the baby touch that cactus. You know I was thinking that, but she’s so damn persuasive. Thanks to you, concerned citizen, for commenting and strengthening my resolve. (Context: Sitting in a restaurant with a 1 month old Lena asleep in her carrier.) 2. […]

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Not So Hot Yoga

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I am in the midst of a crisis of faith. When you are in crisis it’s common to feel the need to blame someone. Some people blame family. Some people blame circumstances. Some people blame themselves. I blame Groupon. If you are unfamiliar with Groupon, it is a cleverly run coupon site designed to separate […]

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