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Elizabeth Jayne Liu
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Elizabeth started her blog, Flourish in Progress, on her thirtieth birthday to chronicle a yearlong shopping ban. Surprisingly, she survived, and now chronicles a series of weekly challenges called “Monday Dares.” She fails a lot. She writes candidly about her former addictions, wayward experiences with previously incarcerated men, and love of four-letter words. Find Elizabeth on Facebook.

Entries by Elizabeth Jayne Liu

All Gold Everything (Notes on Depression and Feeling Broken)

(2) Comments | Posted May 15, 2014 | 2:08 PM

I really hate being outdoors. Not the "Great Outdoors" outdoors with grass and Magnolia Warblers, but "any expanse that puts me in direct contact with air that has not been recirculated and filtered" outdoors. If I have to sit on a restaurant patio because indoor seating is not available, I...

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I'm Awesome: How I Regained My Power

(8) Comments | Posted February 7, 2013 | 11:00 AM

This occurred to me very recently: I have the power to make my life easy or difficult.

It seems like such a simple thing. If something can be distilled down into just a few words, it has to be easy, yes?

Yes. I mean, sort of. Only "sort of" because...

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My Irrational Fear Of 'The Law'

(3) Comments | Posted July 25, 2012 | 8:57 AM

I'm afraid of cops. There, I said it.

Also, I never call a cop a "cop" to his face. I don't think it's derogatory or anything, but it seems a little too friendly and familiar. It's always, "Yes, Mr. Law Enforcement Official, I agree it IS a bad idea to...

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To the Person Who Stole My Gordita Fund

(2) Comments | Posted July 5, 2012 | 8:53 AM

The ashtray in my car used to be a plain ol' Spare Change Catch-all. Then, I watched a Tony Robbins PBS special about how you have to call out intentions in your life to make them happen, so I started calling the ashtray my Dreams Start Here Fund. THEN, I...

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Her Father, My Father

(30) Comments | Posted May 4, 2012 | 9:00 AM

"Where's your dad?" Cal's friend once asked her while on a playdate. There was nothing mean-spirited about the question. It was just one 7-year-old asking another in a curious "My dad's at work; where's your dad?" kind of way.

Very matter-of-factly, my daughter, Cal, replied, "I don't have a dad....

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