Laura Lippman
@lauralippman.bsky.social
Likable character who specializes in writing unlikeable characters. Thick 'n Creamy since 1925, (cheerfully) uncoupled since February 2020. I am too a Merry Sunshine.
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Laura Lippman
@lauralippman.bsky.social
· Nov 23
Why are people telling me what I would do when I just said what I would do?
To each their own, but have you ever noticed that most horror films are set in the country/exurbs?
November 25, 2025 at 2:57 PM
To each their own, but have you ever noticed that most horror films are set in the country/exurbs?
Good morning, Bluesky.
To whom it may concern:
Please excuse [name redacted]’s tardiness today. Her obsessive mother could not tear herself away from the sunrise.
Yours,
The Obsessive Mother
To whom it may concern:
Please excuse [name redacted]’s tardiness today. Her obsessive mother could not tear herself away from the sunrise.
Yours,
The Obsessive Mother
November 25, 2025 at 11:59 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
To whom it may concern:
Please excuse [name redacted]’s tardiness today. Her obsessive mother could not tear herself away from the sunrise.
Yours,
The Obsessive Mother
To whom it may concern:
Please excuse [name redacted]’s tardiness today. Her obsessive mother could not tear herself away from the sunrise.
Yours,
The Obsessive Mother
Did Sondheim and Soderbergh have a baby?
November 24, 2025 at 7:45 PM
Did Sondheim and Soderbergh have a baby?
My faith (lapsed Presbyterian) recognizes only one martini and it requires no modifier. (In other words, gin.)
November 24, 2025 at 12:08 PM
My faith (lapsed Presbyterian) recognizes only one martini and it requires no modifier. (In other words, gin.)
Good morning, Bluesky.
Trust me on this: There is a singular pleasure in making a (perfect) martini for someone you used to make hot cocoa for, then having a nice little cocktail chat.
I have almost no family, so I’m extremely grateful to have had my stepson in my life for almost 25 years now.
Trust me on this: There is a singular pleasure in making a (perfect) martini for someone you used to make hot cocoa for, then having a nice little cocktail chat.
I have almost no family, so I’m extremely grateful to have had my stepson in my life for almost 25 years now.
November 24, 2025 at 11:55 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
Trust me on this: There is a singular pleasure in making a (perfect) martini for someone you used to make hot cocoa for, then having a nice little cocktail chat.
I have almost no family, so I’m extremely grateful to have had my stepson in my life for almost 25 years now.
Trust me on this: There is a singular pleasure in making a (perfect) martini for someone you used to make hot cocoa for, then having a nice little cocktail chat.
I have almost no family, so I’m extremely grateful to have had my stepson in my life for almost 25 years now.
Good morning, Bluesky.
Kid worked costumes, makeup and set design on the school musical and everyone in the family made at least one performance and we showered her with tributes, as we should have. No small parts, just one small teen who’s darn good at what she does.
Kid worked costumes, makeup and set design on the school musical and everyone in the family made at least one performance and we showered her with tributes, as we should have. No small parts, just one small teen who’s darn good at what she does.
November 23, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Good morning, Bluesky.
Kid worked costumes, makeup and set design on the school musical and everyone in the family made at least one performance and we showered her with tributes, as we should have. No small parts, just one small teen who’s darn good at what she does.
Kid worked costumes, makeup and set design on the school musical and everyone in the family made at least one performance and we showered her with tributes, as we should have. No small parts, just one small teen who’s darn good at what she does.
Do a Lizza and divide it into two parts and put the second part behind a paywall.
November 22, 2025 at 9:58 PM
Do a Lizza and divide it into two parts and put the second part behind a paywall.
I became utterly claustrophobic and I spend a lot of time in NYC.
November 22, 2025 at 9:36 PM
I became utterly claustrophobic and I spend a lot of time in NYC.
Got my 5+ miles in, now I just have to stay up until 12:30 a.m. because of the cast party . . .
November 22, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Got my 5+ miles in, now I just have to stay up until 12:30 a.m. because of the cast party . . .
A Baltimore Sun editor told me I wasn’t a very good writer. I thought: “He’s my boss, I can’t win with him, but if I start writing novels, then a lot more people can decide if I’m a good writer.”
In all sincerity, RIP G.W. because at least you inserted the daggers to one’s face, unlike S.P.
In all sincerity, RIP G.W. because at least you inserted the daggers to one’s face, unlike S.P.
November 22, 2025 at 8:31 PM
A Baltimore Sun editor told me I wasn’t a very good writer. I thought: “He’s my boss, I can’t win with him, but if I start writing novels, then a lot more people can decide if I’m a good writer.”
In all sincerity, RIP G.W. because at least you inserted the daggers to one’s face, unlike S.P.
In all sincerity, RIP G.W. because at least you inserted the daggers to one’s face, unlike S.P.
You can edit me any time!
November 22, 2025 at 2:17 PM
You can edit me any time!
Willing to read a Google doc sick but keeping my cash for publications like The Handbasket.
November 22, 2025 at 1:26 PM
Willing to read a Google doc sick but keeping my cash for publications like The Handbasket.
late-breaking contender for the word of 2025: lizza, verb
lizza’ed, lizza’ing.
transitive verb
1) to sully one’s own reputation while sullying someone else’s reputation, but doing greater damage to one’s own reputation.
2) to suck, generally.
lizza’ed, lizza’ing.
transitive verb
1) to sully one’s own reputation while sullying someone else’s reputation, but doing greater damage to one’s own reputation.
2) to suck, generally.
November 22, 2025 at 1:22 PM
late-breaking contender for the word of 2025: lizza, verb
lizza’ed, lizza’ing.
transitive verb
1) to sully one’s own reputation while sullying someone else’s reputation, but doing greater damage to one’s own reputation.
2) to suck, generally.
lizza’ed, lizza’ing.
transitive verb
1) to sully one’s own reputation while sullying someone else’s reputation, but doing greater damage to one’s own reputation.
2) to suck, generally.
“Men and women can never be friends because, among other things, women detonate men’s relationships with good sources in key states.”
November 22, 2025 at 1:16 PM
“Men and women can never be friends because, among other things, women detonate men’s relationships with good sources in key states.”
Reposted by Laura Lippman
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i promise i don’t mean to high horse this but if you’re thinking about giving lizza ten bucks there are a lot of good independent journalists whose work you could subscribe to for a month instead
November 22, 2025 at 1:05 PM
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I read the free version and I hate myself, but then again, it did have this gem: “Among other things, her recklessness detonated my relationship with a good good source in a key state.”
Among other things.
Among other things.
November 22, 2025 at 1:09 PM
I read the free version and I hate myself, but then again, it did have this gem: “Among other things, her recklessness detonated my relationship with a good good source in a key state.”
Among other things.
Among other things.
I have a feeling that you know from having to stay up late to pick up a theater nerd kid?
November 22, 2025 at 12:51 PM
I have a feeling that you know from having to stay up late to pick up a theater nerd kid?
Good morning, Bluesky.
If I could have it this way I know I’d
I’d wanna live where it’s like today
I’d wanna live where it’s always this way
I’d wanna live where it’s always Saturday.
(Photo from 53 weeks ago — a Saturday — because rain and because I “slept in” after a really tough week.)
If I could have it this way I know I’d
I’d wanna live where it’s like today
I’d wanna live where it’s always this way
I’d wanna live where it’s always Saturday.
(Photo from 53 weeks ago — a Saturday — because rain and because I “slept in” after a really tough week.)
November 22, 2025 at 12:32 PM
Good morning, Bluesky.
If I could have it this way I know I’d
I’d wanna live where it’s like today
I’d wanna live where it’s always this way
I’d wanna live where it’s always Saturday.
(Photo from 53 weeks ago — a Saturday — because rain and because I “slept in” after a really tough week.)
If I could have it this way I know I’d
I’d wanna live where it’s like today
I’d wanna live where it’s always this way
I’d wanna live where it’s always Saturday.
(Photo from 53 weeks ago — a Saturday — because rain and because I “slept in” after a really tough week.)
Jane, how are you doing? Because of my travels I was behind on ModPo news.
November 21, 2025 at 5:43 PM
Jane, how are you doing? Because of my travels I was behind on ModPo news.
Y’all no one’s even close with the guesses, it’s not that the song is an obvious embarrassment, it’s that it was a love song and I found that cringe before there was cringe.
November 21, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Y’all no one’s even close with the guesses, it’s not that the song is an obvious embarrassment, it’s that it was a love song and I found that cringe before there was cringe.
Some things can never be revealed, Dave. I still have secondhand embarrassment for my dad.
November 21, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Some things can never be revealed, Dave. I still have secondhand embarrassment for my dad.
I remember the PRECISE block.
November 21, 2025 at 11:58 AM
I remember the PRECISE block.
Good morning, Bluesky.
When I was the age my daughter is now, a love song came on the car radio and my dad said he liked it and I remember at least once a week how I wanted to hurl my body onto Frederick Road into the path of an oncoming truck.
When I was the age my daughter is now, a love song came on the car radio and my dad said he liked it and I remember at least once a week how I wanted to hurl my body onto Frederick Road into the path of an oncoming truck.
November 21, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
When I was the age my daughter is now, a love song came on the car radio and my dad said he liked it and I remember at least once a week how I wanted to hurl my body onto Frederick Road into the path of an oncoming truck.
When I was the age my daughter is now, a love song came on the car radio and my dad said he liked it and I remember at least once a week how I wanted to hurl my body onto Frederick Road into the path of an oncoming truck.