All Comments on 'The Meaning of Lizzie'

You are a very prolific writer. The story strikes at several chords in my universe. People should be who they are and not who people think they should be. Have you ever tried to sit there and just be? Simply do nothing, think about nothing, just observing the here and now? Totally nothing to do with the story, except that if the main character had simply looked and observed the here and now she wouldn't have been happy with the effects that she was creating and that is why she stopped communicating. Very well written. Thanks for that look into a different world.

- Jack

Sometimes I hate titling my comments, because it can sound trite. I enjoyed reading this "letter to home", and like the commenter below me, it also struck chords in my memory. What I related to most of all was the feeling of a close escape. She talks about her relationship with Jason, and how she could so easily have gone down the track of doing what was expected of her, go to college, get a certain degree, get a certain job, marry, have 3.5 kids, etc. <br><br>

For some reason, Janis Joplin came to mind. I remember watching a show about her life, and after she had achieved some fame as a singer, she returned to her home town for a class reunion. Her family was so embarrassed by her, they all left town. She and the friends that came along with her were treated like freaks. <br><br>

Thanks for posting.

I have read everything that you have produced for this website and I have to say that you are an indepth and diverse writer. I can say with some certainity that if you were to publish, you will be sucessful. I read whatever I can get my hands on, something like 30 books a week from the classic to romance etc. I would pay money for your writing.

As for this story, I liked the emotion and thought process to bring to your characters. You make them "real" and relateable. Please keep up the diverse writing and start submitting so that the world can fall in love with your stories

...a road I haven't traveled in years. I just finished reading the Mira stories, and was about to join the Pack when the title of this letter home reached out and slapped me across the face.

I knew a "Lizzi", though she was a "Julie" and I the one called Lizzie. When I heard she had died part of me died too...I thank you for nudging my memory and helping me to remember myself.

Please, keep up the writing! I hope to someday pay to enjoy your talents.

Thank you for this intimate vision into your past. It took me back to my own college years, the joys, the pain and the boredom. I had stopped coming to this website for awhile. But your writing gives it a whole new meaning. thank you for putting your work on the site. Love, love, love your work.