And this blogger is back. With a twist.

That rather sounds like a martini.  Anyway, time for some social media infusion.  So much has changed since my book came out.  I have spent my time promoting the book, meeting such wonderful people, signing my book across the U.S., doing television, radio and print interviews and now, I’ve parlayed my experience into something much more satisfying than talking about myself. (snooooze).

My wonderful speakers’ agency (APB) has me criss-crossing the country speaking to colleges and universities, towns & cities of first responders and law firms in order to train folks how to deal with people like me.  It’s been a huge year for sexual assault – and not a good one – Sandusky/Penn State, the GOP and Mourdock/Ryan/Akin, the woman in India who was gang-raped and killed.  I’ll go on and on in other posts.  I love my public speaking life and I have also embarked on my second act as a writer in freelance journalism, so look for my pieces in blogs, magazines and newspapers.  I cherish my editors and my agents who manage to get this girl gigs.  I am always astounded by this.   I will also be spending more time on Capitol Hill as an advocate, since we KNOW what a mess that is up there.  Wheeeee!

There will be a second book.  It will not be about me.

In the meantime, I’ve been raising my now 10 year old and 4 year old in Alexandria, Virginia.  We spent August in East Hampton, eating from the sea and farmers’ markets.  Mike and I went to Milan to see Springsteen (I know – extreme superfan, I am), then onto Rome for a little getaway.  As a family, we went to Disney and Mike and I took a brief getaway to the Bahamas.  Mike began a new job and we adopted a new puppy, Jingles.

May 2013 bring so many good thinks to you, my sparkly, delightful readers.  I promise to give you content – some lifestyle, some crime, some personal, some hilarity, but always from the heart.  Cheers!


Come see me at BookHampton Sag Harbor 8/21 at 5 PM!

Hi, lovely summer friends! My favorite bookstore in the world, Bookhampton, is hosting me on Sunday, August 21st at 5 PM in the Sag Harbor store. Come one, come all as I discuss how being in the Hamptons pretty much saved my sanity in the onset of The Letter and the years that followed. I’ve come full circle and am very excited.

Later that evening, RAINN is hosting a wonderful “Bowl for RAINN” event from 6 to 11 pm at East Hampton Bowl with Mick Foley, our wonderful supporter. So tie on your bowling shoes after the book party and head on over for drinks, dancing and support of RAINN. Couldn’t be a better Sunday out East, now could it?

Barack Obama, my man.

Yes, we can. Read about it here. This man has young girls and I give him my utmost respect for this decision.

Tell me what you think.

The Boss – maybe you can stop mocking my love of the old man now.

Many people giggle and tell me I’m ridiculous that I adore the Boss. Let me tell you, like most silly white folks, I also love Lil Wayne, Jay Z and Coldplay. If I dig deeper, I am a music addict with some pretty impressive chops – I love everything from Keane to John Mayer to Nada Surf to Diana Ross to Earth, Wind & Fire. That said, I am ridiculed all the time for my love of The Boss. I think it’s a generational thing, a geographical thing, a first concert I ever went to thing. Leo – he was born while “A Promised Land” was playing. Yep, true story.

Of COURSE, I got my tickets today for the new shows in the spring this morning. Sleeping baby in my arms, I got frustrated with Ticketmaster’s site crashing, but gosh knows I probably got the last 2 seats in the nosebleed section. Did you watch the Superbowl? Dude looked hot. Clarence looked like Andre Leon Talley. Seriously!

He’s riding a lovely wave of renewed popularity these days – stumping for Obama, playing the Inaugural, releasing a new album, winning a Golden Globe for “The Wrestler”, being nominated for an Oscar for the same song, etc. What’s not to love? Here’s a pic of him that my friend took at Inaugural when Bruce was backstage at the concert at the Lincoln Memorial. Lucky guy.

Object of lust – the Diamond Spa stainless steel tub.

You may recall my love of the Boffi “Po” tub that I blogged about a while back. Well, Po, consider this your competition. Aaahhhhhhh…..!

What does this have to do with criminal justice? Nothing. Except survivors of crime should all get to soak in a tub like this. Hell, survivors of work, the economy, kids, traffic and bad service should get to soak in a tub like this.

What’s Your Soundtrack Monday? Finally back!

As I’ve been finishing my manuscript, I’ve been listening to lots and lots of material as I “soundtrack” when I write. Some of today’s list is a bit dark – today was the first day I was able to leave the baby with our fantastic nurse and drive around today with some of my thoughts. I got to shake off yesterday and add some colour to what I’ve been writing. Here’s today’s playlist – hope you’ll add some of this to your iPod.

“I’m No Angel” – Gregg Allman. From his solo album. Who doesn’t love Gregg Allman? And wasn’t he fantastic as the drug kingpin in the movie “Rush”? Go rent it.

“Hunger Strike” – Temple of the Dog (Eddie Vedder/Chris Cornell). The best of Seattle’s poet prophets, together on this poignant track. Grunge heaven.

“Fragile” – Sting. Haunting and beautiful; I can finally face this song.

“Love is Blindness” – U2. A gorgeous, shimmery arrangement of what could sound like a funeral dirge. Give it a whirl.

“Jolene” – Dolly Parton. Smarter and more sinister than the songbird’s voice belies, this song is full of heartache and desperation; makes me give my husband the sideye.

“Lost in the Flood” – vintage Bruce. For my money, the tale of Gunner, Jimmy the Saint and the colorful characters of the Bronx win in this searing bio-ballad.

YouTube/video links a little later!

We have lost one of the greats. R.I.P.

What most people don’t know, in addition to the wry sense of humor, the legendary talent and the true, loving and devoted marriage is that Paul Newman, in our most beautiful corner of the world, was a kind and decent human.

His work with childrens’ camps, his multimillion dollar all for charity food business, his dedication to preserving the environment and his support of local talent (sustainable food pioneers, restauranteurs, actors and directors at the Playhouse) are what made him our hero.

I have fond memories, when I worked in sales and marketing at the Hay-Adams Hotel in DC, that Mr. Newman used to stay with us. At 5 in the morning, guests would complain of a “pounding” noise. After much consternation and searching, we found it was Mr. Newman, who would rise early, put on shorts and sneakers and run up and down the stairs of the hotel, creating quite the ruckus. He also famously plunged that gorgeous face in ice water each morning, claiming that it kept him young. He even wore a snorkel while doing so! I’ve borrowed that trick.

Rumors persisted in recent months of his ill health; rumors brushed off by the man himself and his team. He went quietly, with grace and dignity, at his farmhouse in Westport, surrounded by family, friends and his beloved Joanne. We will miss you and the example of fine living you set.


A little miracle…welcoming baby Leo.

After a dramatic water-breaking (at the beach during Tropical Storm Hanna – don’t ask why I felt the need to connect with the ocean during a storm) and a 24-hour labor, we are so proud to welcome our little miracle surfer baby Leonardo Michael. He is named as such because he is, like a lion, “brave and strong”. He is very blond, weighed 8 lbs and 1 oz and arrived Sunday afternoon.

Such joy and love – we are humbled and proud. Today, show your love for an innocent child. They make the world a beautiful place and our lives worth living.

With love and hugs, Liz, Mike, Ava and Leo

Mixing media – I need to have a blog at my company, BUT…

Most of you know I am an event planner and we are adding a blog at our corporate website, ergo, no mixing of my work as an advocate/blogger and my “real” job. With that said, Marnie sent me the gosh darn funniest link to a blog called Cakewrecks yesterday. I am privileged to work with the country’s best cake designers on a daily basis and remain in awe of their ability to create gorgeous and tasty masterpieces (and I’m not talking about that guy on the Food Network – although his staff is fun to watch). I’m talking about the MASTERS, people; those who spin sugar into fantasy and leave us breathless and a little poorer.

Much like party planners, everyone thinks they can be a cake designer. Not so, on either count. Planning your own tacky wedding doesn’t qualify you for either and yet – oh, the mountains of resumes! “Hi! I am an investment banker, but since planning my wedding, I know my TRUE calling is that of event planning and I wondered if you had any…..” No. No. No.

That’s why I give big love to this blog about really bad and stupid cakes. You’ll remember my post way back when over a year ago about the awful cake picture someone sent me? I think I should send it in – they do indeed have a section for the truly tasteless.

Enjoy your Friday afternoon and laugh it up. You’ll never think of Cookie Puss the same way again. No, you’ll revere him.

Why didn’t I think of this? Brilliant. Juno/Juneau.

After tonight, no more, I promise! Did you all see Levi get off the plane with his conservative attire and new haircut? Love it.