Category Archives: TV

Oh Come On Gilmore

Couldn’t wait to watch the Gilmore Girls revival. Could. Not. Wait.


What the ever living he**?!

Okay, Lorelai and Luke: Yay!

Stars Hollow: Yay!

Emily: Yay! That DAR moment might have been the best ever. The giant painting was hilarious…and sad…but mostly hilarious.

Emily and Lorelai: Yay! 

Paris: Yay!!!

Doyle? Huh?!

32-year-old Rory: Uhhhhh, what?! I mean come on. When Rory was 16 and 17 and 18 and even when she was 22 some hard life decisions with real consequences led to or should have led to some real lessons, right? 

Okay. So, yes, Gilmore Girls is fiction.

And yes, Lorelai is not REALLY Rory’s mom.

But Lorelai Gilmore did not raise that milktoast, whiny, mess of a gal hanging on to, or sort of hanging on to, a guy with a fiancĂ©. 

Sure destructive behavior was part of Rory’s growing up. But she grew up and she grew up good. We saw it at the end of season 7. And even when she told Logan no and rode off into the sunset to become the next Christiane Amanpour, we knew, we knew she’d be okay because Lorelai raised her and Stars Hollow raised her and Chilton raised her and even Emily and Richard and Luke and Sookie and Jackson…they all raised her, and they didn’t raise that empty, shallow creature who couldn’t to find a way to stand up for herself.

No way Paris is putting up with this Rory.

And what in the heck? Paul Anka, the missing dog, got more air time than Lane.

I know, I know. Gilmore Girls is NOT real. But geez, what in the heck? 10 years and that’s what you give Rory?

Boo. Just boo.

Thank goodness for Luke and Lorelai. That’s all I’m saying.

Gratitude Affects Attitude


I did less this break than I have in years. I don’t regret that. I needed to breathe. To just be for a bit. So I did, and I feel better right now than I have in months. It’s funny how I was dragging all this negativity around with me all semester and how doing that led to something heavy building inside me. Whatever that was manifested itself in sickness that stayed with me until the bitter end of December. It’s funny how taking the time to breathe actually made me physically able to really breathe.

I’ve always believed in mind over matter, that a positive attitude creates positivity, in the laws of attraction, in letting go and letting God. But believing and acting on those beliefs are two different things.

I’m sure I’m not alone in that.

I’m going to dedicate much of my blog time to reinforcing my life affirmations.

Thankfulness is one of the keys. I’m incredibly thankful for so many people who have been in my life. Without others I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I’m thankful for my students over the years who gave so much of their time and talent to the Rider media program. I’m thankful for family members and for my small group. I’m thankful for my old writing group that challenged me and taught me and inspired me, and I’m thankful for my new writing group…even though it’s so far away. I’m thankful for my daughter who has always shared her life with me and for my incredible husband who is my best friend and my love.

I’m thankful for BBC and their incredible mysteries and Gilmore Girls and Netflix. I know that seems silly, but my break of nothingness translated to time spent with Netflix, George Gently, Phryne Fisher and the Gilmores.

I’m thankful for Zumba. I forget how much I like it, and then I get started again and it makes me so happy…two days and counting this time.

I could go on, but I think I’ll save the rest for later. 🙂


Such a little word

That means so much

And so little

At the same time

A word full and empty

Like all words but not

Because thanks


It seems

Like a word for others

But in reality

It’s a word for you.

THANKFUL #mywana

The British Museum always makes me think of Harrison Ford. Another thing to be thankful for.

The British Museum always makes me think of Harrison Ford. Another thing to be thankful for.

Things I’m excited about September edition: Survivor, cooler temperatures, the Colonial Marriage Ministry Sacred Marriage class, teaching InDesign to kids after school, watching the freshmen become Raiders, first amendment memorization, watching new editors learn to make lists, revising Sharlene book 3, more dominoes with Mom and Dad, kisses, decorating the living room of the new house, watching DD transform from a kid into a woman ready to take on the world, seeing Pam B on Wednesdays if only for a minute, remembering the freedom of an empty nest during deadlines but also remembering the newsroom is not life, orange, learning new low carb recipes that rock, CS6, gearing up for NaNo, high school football, hockey, halftime shows. Funny, when I started this, I thought the list would be small enough for a Facebook status update. Goal this year: start every day thankful.

Reading, Writing, NO ARITHMETIC

From my front flowerbed.

From my front flowerbed.

I love summer.

So far I’ve finished the Codex Alera series (OMG, sooooooo freaking amazing) and Dead Ever After (the last Sookie story–loved it!), read the first Santini novella (hot and fun, interesting concept and set in San Antonio), started Unmasked by Anya Karin (finally, I’ve had it on my kindle for months!) and Clockwork Angel (I know, I’m late to the party).

I’ve also done some deep copy editing on a friend’s novel and another friend’s memoir.  I  love deep copy editing others’ work. I wish I could work on my own work the same way!

AND I’ve fallen in love with the TV show Longmire. Holy cow, I love it so much! It’s like a BJ Daniels book all played out on the small screen.

What I haven’t done much of is write. DH asked me about that yesterday. I mean, we built this new house for my office (jk–sort of).

I told him I wasn’t going to feel bad for taking a week off after the school year. I love my job (see the bajillion posts written about that since 2005), but it takes a lot out of a person. I needed to regroup, get back into my creative place.

I’m there now. 🙂

Have I mentioned I love summer? Because I really, really do.


If you like contemporary romance, check out my latest Liz Lee Kindle title, Close to Home. It’s free for Amazon Prime members with Kindles.

War reporter Donovan “Tex” Nelson returns home looking for a way to escape the horrors of all he’s witnessed. He’s ready to find solace in the arms of a woman who understands the sanctity of the one night stand.

The last thing he expects is Kacie Jo Jenkins all grown up and ready to fulfill that request.

She’s his best friend’s little sister.
He’s her fantasy quest.

When the fantasy becomes real leaving Kacie Jo pregnant, everything changes. 

Everything except the nightmares that haunt Donovan.

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so scared! Teacher Fear’s Good for the Soul

I never planned on being a video teacher. I’m a print girl. I think I must’ve been born a print girl. I love the scent of newsprint. I kind of miss the days of lightboards and cut and paste and giant layout sheets and headline counts. The smell of the newsroom with a press is second only to the scent of a library.  Video: Not so much.

I mean I understand photo composition. I understand the art of story. I don’t understand video. But I know that’s the direction media is moving. Print alone no longer works. We live in the age of convergence.

For three years I’ve cheated as a video teacher. I’ve learned editing, and I’ve helped kids learn how to create a project with a beginning, middle and end that doesn’t violate copyright. BUT if you asked me the “rules” of broadcast, I couldn’t tell you. Thanks to JEA National conference and Don Goble, the Ladue Horton Watkins High School teacher, that’s changing.

I’m kind of terrified.

I told the kids we’re going to learn together. Back when I started teaching this wasn’t a problem. I learned newspaper and yearbook with my kids, and honestly, I still do. Shoot, my first yearbook editors taught me everything because I knew nothing. I don’t know why it’s so scary this time. Maybe because words are my forte, so yearbook and newspaper fit my image of me.

So, yeah, I’m going to learn with the kids. And we’re going to share every step of the way. Our first lesson: A 30 second intro to Room 247. The focus is on wide, medium and tight shots, lighting, backgrounds and actions and reactions. Most students are using the trailer feature of iMovie. We’re sharing our work Thursday and Friday. We’re sharing. As in I’m sharing mine too. THAT’s what scares me. Usually when I share my work, I know it’s solid. Often the kids can make it better, but as a whole it’s good. THIS is different. When we talk about what they like and what they don’t like and what could be better and suggest how to make it so, I’m not the one with the answers. I’ll be finding the answers right along with them.

I’ve never been the “sage on the stage” kind of teacher. I believe strongly that if we’re teachers we should also be students. Good thing.:)

Mrs. Lee’s A/V Pro class, room 247. This is going to be fun. #

Extra Credit to anyone who knows where the title of this blog came from. #

Research and Revision: Jail Escape 101 and Fast Draft

Fast draft of Sharlene book 2 complete (LOVED writing this way. Hope I can survive the revisions)

Part of the Fast Draft method is not stopping to do research. Just write the book, get it drafted, then do research during revisions. I made me first pass through the manuscript just to take notes on what I needed to do during revisions.

My main character Sharlene is a guardian angel. She’s got quite the adventure in book 2.

RESEARCH: Spa in Belize (that one you want to go to!)
RESEARCH: French discussion
RESEARCH Mexican beach city with ruins
RESEARCH security systems
RESEARCH EMT procedure for finding someone injured after accident blows up building
RESEARCH hospital stay after big accident
RESEARCH jail escape
RESEARCH criminal surrender
RESEARCH Valhalla, Olympus, Heaven compare/contrast

I love research. Hopefully this will be fun!


The first Sharlene book, Dead Girl Walking by Elizabeth Lee, is available on kindle and in print.

Check out my Amazon author’s page for more info.



Procrastination, thy name is The Weather Channel

This is my life.
Last week, I had all these great plans. Morning pages, workouts, school, after school yearbook and newspaper work, writing….
I have friends who handle the above schedule with no problem.
I SHOULD be able to do it. Instead, I worked out twice, did morning pages half the time, got no new words down, and watched a heck of a lot of The Weather Channel.
Procrastination, you have a new name: Hurricane Irene.
I know very few people in the path of the hurricane. No one of my family lives on the east coast. BUT right about Wednesday last week, the day DD got sick and I stayed up with her and held her and told her I loved her as I tried to keep her neck cool with damp paper towels, I tuned in to TWC, and the rest is history.
Today, I finally got back to normal. Well, normal minus the workout.
I used to protect my writing time, treat it sacred. No one bothered me after 9 p.m. because they knew I was dedicated to the written word. It was like the writing fairy godmother came along and POOF, I was a writer.
In the last few years, I’ve lost that.
These days I’m an empty-nester. No need to wait until 9 p.m. to write.
So, here goes. I’m writing. Every day. The words might be magic, or they might stink, but from now on, I’m writing in the evenings. My writing fairy godmother has spoken. Poof! I’m a writer.
The Weather Channel will be there when I’m done.

Happy Independence Day and Week 4 Fail

Happy July 4. We had an amazing service at church yesterday about the founding fathers and the US ties to God. It was fabulous! God Bless the USA. And a HUGE thank you to every person who has ever served protecting our freedoms.

Now on to the fail:
It started with the newspaper. The plan, hit the headlines and off the computer.

The reality; trn–dmn–cnn–msnbc–perez–eonline–people. One hour later, I looked up and groaned

It didn’t stop there.

I read and read and read some more.

Not books, but still. And then I watched a Lifetime movie and a Disney movie.

At 9:30 I’d written 1000 words. 4k under yesterday, a non-reading day.

Back to square one on reading deprivation. MAN, it’s hard!!!

Summer TV

My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding. Unbelievable. A documentary looking into the life of the Travelers. It devastates me for the girls. I watch every chance I get, fascinated and sad.

Toddlers and Tiaras. Eden vs. Mackenzie. Finally got to see. Think Mackenzie go robbed even though she’s atrocious acting. Love this show. Fascinated and horrified. Surprised at how many of the moms and kids are actually likable! I had students involved in child pageants a few years ago, and the show is exactly what they described.

Battlestar Galactica. Who are the final five? Are they ALL Cylons? Love this show. Love it. Want to watch daily. Need to know the truth!

Buffy. Always. When there’s nothing on, and I don’t have something to do, I can always tune in to Buffy.

That’s it so far. I’m sure something new will take the place of BSG, but I haven’t decided what yet.

What worries me: I’m spending so much time on twitter, facebook and Netflix, I’m not reading as much. Might need to put a time limit on my TV and social media.


Okay. So it’s the end of the world. I mean, the end. Kaput. Good-bye folks. The world is over.
AND the heroine (who’s been the ultimate wimp so far anyway) decides, uh, I can’t do this anymore. Let me out of the car.
End of the world. Everyone’s going to die.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m an idiot. This whole show is stupid.
After the mess TV wonderkids made of Lost, I was so excited about the last few episodes of Surface.
Silly me. I forgot the truth about TV writers.
They forget logic. They forget motivation. And who the heck cares about character? Let’s just get to the next cliffhanger scene we’ve got planned and who cares if it makes sense?!
The only good part of this show is Miles, and he’s awesome. But everything else makes me crazy. I throw stuff at the TV, yell at the characters and interrupt my husband’s hockey game to go a little crazy.
I’m going to be so ticked if they don’t salvage the mess they’ve made.
You know if an author does this, I close the book. but then reading is a lot tougher than mindlessly watching TV. And I know I can find something good on my book shelf.
Like Jennifer Weiner’s Good in Bed. I don’t know why I kept watching instead of breaking out the book. You can bet I won’t give them another chance. They lose me next week, and I’m turning the TV off.