Lisa grew up in a normal, middle class suburb, playing outside and  occasionally amusing herself by dressing the dog in underpants. That is, until age seven, when she was unceremoniously uprooted and moved to a leafy enclave in which home haircuts and  Sears Toughskins were most definitely not de rigeur. While learning to navigate the tricky world of Pappagallo shoes, country club tennis lessons, and the proper goddamn fork, she immersed herself in books. Despite being recognized by most of her elementary teachers as “not working up to her potential”, she eventually managed to graduate high school and even college.

While her English teachers encouraged her to keep writing,  she would  like to thank the  college advisor who steered her away from the journalism field, because it turns out she is not cut out for journalism and probably would have ended up sitting alone in the lunchroom every day.

Eventually she wound up in Washington DC, where for ten years she was ridiculously overpaid in the Telcom industry.  She met a nice Catholic boy and convinced him to marry her, then threw him in the trunk and moved him back to Ohio before he could escape and alert authorities.

As President and CEO of a family of five, Lisa now writes for her sanity. She wears Lilly Pulitzer and pearls unapologetically  and dreams about summer.

Notes from the Shallow End