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Liz Wasson Coleman

Liz Wasson Coleman

My First Car = My First Love

Cars 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 24

My First Car = My First Love

May 24

Liz Wasson Coleman

A Mother’s Day Tribute

We were always running late, it seemed, especially on Sunday mornings. Walking into church after the praise songs had already begun, filing…

May 12

A Mother’s Day Tribute

May 12

Liz Wasson Coleman

Forget About the Camera

Sometimes, 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, 2023

Forget About the Camera

Jan 30, 2023

Liz Wasson Coleman

Setting the Bones

Racing 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, 2022

Setting the Bones

Jul 5, 2022

Liz Wasson Coleman

New Years Eve, 1998

My world as I knew it was preparing to shift in enormous proportions. That night changed my entire life.

Dec 31, 2021

New Years Eve, 1998

Dec 31, 2021

Liz Wasson Coleman

My Imperfect Vision

He would tell me later that he knew immediately: That’s the girl for me.

Nov 11, 2021

My Imperfect Vision

Nov 11, 2021

Liz Wasson Coleman

I’ll Always Remember Washing the Dishes

I 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, 2021

I’ll Always Remember Washing the Dishes

Oct 9, 2021

Liz Wasson Coleman

The Run Down

The 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, 2021

The Run Down

Jul 31, 2021

Liz Wasson Coleman

The 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, 2021

The Rehearsal

May 27, 2021

Liz Wasson Coleman

darkness

close me, lock me tight my box dark and secure empty cold dark so dark never let me out.

May 7, 2021

darkness

May 7, 2021

Liz Wasson Coleman

Liz Wasson Coleman

Liz Wasson Coleman holds a BA in Arts & Literature from Antioch University. Her writing includes memoir, lyric essay, and fiction. She lives in Seattle, USA.

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