Liz Wasson ColemanMy First Car = My First LoveCars loom large in my family lore. My father has always had a love of big, beautiful automobiles and that was passed down to all four of…May 24May 24
Liz Wasson ColemanA Mother’s Day TributeWe were always running late, it seemed, especially on Sunday mornings. Walking into church after the praise songs had already begun, filing…May 12May 12
Liz Wasson ColemanForget About the CameraSometimes, I’ll really just be being me, and you can tell when you look at the contact sheets. It shows in those little eyes of mine.Jan 30, 20231Jan 30, 20231
Liz Wasson ColemanSetting the BonesRacing up the steep maids’ staircase, I refused to look at my reflection in the rippled window at the top: I didn’t want to see if…Jul 5, 2022Jul 5, 2022
Liz Wasson ColemanNew Years Eve, 1998My world as I knew it was preparing to shift in enormous proportions. That night changed my entire life.Dec 31, 2021Dec 31, 2021
Liz Wasson ColemanMy Imperfect VisionHe would tell me later that he knew immediately: That’s the girl for me.Nov 11, 2021Nov 11, 2021
Liz Wasson ColemanI’ll Always Remember Washing the DishesI never had to wash the dishes as a child. I’d watch television shows, movies, and the kids would be on there fighting over who had to…Oct 9, 2021Oct 9, 2021
Liz Wasson ColemanThe Run DownThe walk home from school seems long today. Rachael has to stay late for extra clarinet practices so I am walking home alone, the afternoon…Jul 31, 2021Jul 31, 2021
Liz Wasson ColemanThe Rehearsal“It seems like the counts are off to me,” Charles was arguing. “Up, turn, three, four, fall, six, balance, eight…” he counted out loud…May 27, 2021May 27, 2021
Liz Wasson Colemandarknessclose me, lock me tight my box dark and secure empty cold dark so dark never let me out.May 7, 2021May 7, 2021