Articles by Liz Crestview
What I learned from Holden Caulfield, whom I got to know in Mrs. Levinson’s 11th-grade English class (where Jane sat a few seats behind me, by the way)….
As a reader:
An honest-to-goodness unreliable narrator is …
So, to continue from the last post, why did the lovely, exuberant, enjoyable restless, replete-with-sensory-feasting memoir Eat, Pray, Love sit on my shelf for months during 2008/2009? And why did it finally come off the …
then you’ll enjoy the stylized, exuberant (and ever so slightly edgy) illustrations of Mike Baker. Mike is helping Jane and me to do something fun (and of course Pandora-ish) with our comment gravatars. I (Lizzie) …
I promised to write more about Ken Follett’s The Pillars of the Earth, and (having just listened to the last chapter of the splendid, sparkling, accent-rich audiobook version narrated by John Lee), I think that …
Yesterday, my youngest sister–the "christener of Snow Cat," to whom I referred in my last post as "Gina,"–exchanged blog links with me. Clearly, we were both in happy writing mode as the snowflakes fluttered down …
It used to be enough to just get some heart-pumping exercise for 30-45 minutes a day. “Wow,” friends would say. “You’re taking care of yourself. That’s great.” And I would nod and smile, knowing that …
Jane and I have agreed to compare notes on our New Year’s resolutions. One of my favorite things about my friend Jane is her love-hate (mostly love) relationship with Facebook. And her 2009 resolution ruminations–with …
My hometown of "Pleasantville," New Jersey, enjoyed the glorious status of being a regular stop on the Erie Lackawanna train line into Hoboken. The neat brick train station, with its urine-smelling underground walkway, formed the …
I am staring through a stepladder at 1,800 points of light—a profusion of clear mini-lights strung perfectly around our 12-foot Douglas fir. My kitchen counter is lined with Costco-sized bottles of vanilla extract and molasses, …
Lizzie October 19 at 5:43pm
So, here goes:
I went to the “Ladies’ Retreat” that spring morning because I was depressed and the topic was “Joy.” I didn’t want to be depressed anymore, and I figured I …
