Laura Lippman
@lauralippman.bsky.social
Likable character who specializes in writing unlikeable characters. Thick 'n Creamy since 1925. 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?
Good morning, Bluesky.
Mine’s blue, too.
Mine’s blue, too.
November 12, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
Mine’s blue, too.
Mine’s blue, too.
Good morning, Bluesky.
This is why they pay me the big bucks.*
*They do not, in fact, pay me big bucks, but the compensation is fair and just.
This is why they pay me the big bucks.*
*They do not, in fact, pay me big bucks, but the compensation is fair and just.
November 11, 2025 at 9:40 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
This is why they pay me the big bucks.*
*They do not, in fact, pay me big bucks, but the compensation is fair and just.
This is why they pay me the big bucks.*
*They do not, in fact, pay me big bucks, but the compensation is fair and just.
Good morning, Bluesky.
Of course people do go both ways.
Of course people do go both ways.
November 10, 2025 at 11:20 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
Of course people do go both ways.
Of course people do go both ways.
Good morning, Bluesky.
Do I dare to eat a clementine?
Do I dare to eat a clementine?
November 9, 2025 at 9:36 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
Do I dare to eat a clementine?
Do I dare to eat a clementine?
Good morning, Bluesky.
He hates his job
He loves his girl
He dreams his dream
Futures unfurl
The sun collides with night and hey
He talks to his dog
Watches the big game on Saturday
(And sometimes he sings)
He hates his job
He loves his girl
He dreams his dream
Futures unfurl
The sun collides with night and hey
He talks to his dog
Watches the big game on Saturday
(And sometimes he sings)
November 8, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
He hates his job
He loves his girl
He dreams his dream
Futures unfurl
The sun collides with night and hey
He talks to his dog
Watches the big game on Saturday
(And sometimes he sings)
He hates his job
He loves his girl
He dreams his dream
Futures unfurl
The sun collides with night and hey
He talks to his dog
Watches the big game on Saturday
(And sometimes he sings)
In packing for my trip, I had to make a tough choice — cute (bulky) black knit dress or warm (bulky) Harold-the-Purple-Crayon onesie. I chose the latter. I was correct. (This old stone cottage holds a chill.)
November 7, 2025 at 10:29 PM
In packing for my trip, I had to make a tough choice — cute (bulky) black knit dress or warm (bulky) Harold-the-Purple-Crayon onesie. I chose the latter. I was correct. (This old stone cottage holds a chill.)
Good morning, Bluesky.
There are people who have done me true injury who have shown far less remorse than the flight attendant who had to serve me the vegetarian option today.
Photo from August ‘22
There are people who have done me true injury who have shown far less remorse than the flight attendant who had to serve me the vegetarian option today.
Photo from August ‘22
November 7, 2025 at 1:44 PM
Good morning, Bluesky.
There are people who have done me true injury who have shown far less remorse than the flight attendant who had to serve me the vegetarian option today.
Photo from August ‘22
There are people who have done me true injury who have shown far less remorse than the flight attendant who had to serve me the vegetarian option today.
Photo from August ‘22
Landed in London this morning, opened up Bluesky, the first thing I saw was @radiomukhers.bsky.social promoting his book-signing/whisky tasting tonight with John Sutherland. Checked the location, it was a 27-minute* walk from my hotel, so I went and it was lovely.
*21 minutes at my pace.
*21 minutes at my pace.
November 6, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Landed in London this morning, opened up Bluesky, the first thing I saw was @radiomukhers.bsky.social promoting his book-signing/whisky tasting tonight with John Sutherland. Checked the location, it was a 27-minute* walk from my hotel, so I went and it was lovely.
*21 minutes at my pace.
*21 minutes at my pace.
Good morning, Bluesky. Sitting in London, wishing I could talk to 14-year-old me on her first visit here. Young LL, you won’t believe how things are going to go, but that’s what Kierkegaard was trying to prepare us for with the whole “lived forward/understood backwards” thing.
Photo from 11/1/24
Photo from 11/1/24
November 6, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Good morning, Bluesky. Sitting in London, wishing I could talk to 14-year-old me on her first visit here. Young LL, you won’t believe how things are going to go, but that’s what Kierkegaard was trying to prepare us for with the whole “lived forward/understood backwards” thing.
Photo from 11/1/24
Photo from 11/1/24
The British Airways check-in attendant just asked me if I knew how to find the Chesapeake Lounge and I was like, OH MY GOD MRS. BLOSSOM, C’EST MOI.
November 5, 2025 at 11:15 PM
The British Airways check-in attendant just asked me if I knew how to find the Chesapeake Lounge and I was like, OH MY GOD MRS. BLOSSOM, C’EST MOI.
@legroff.bsky.social — my hero yesterday, my hero today, my hero tomorrow.
I always share when I come across this quote again:
November 5, 2025 at 4:51 PM
@legroff.bsky.social — my hero yesterday, my hero today, my hero tomorrow.
Good morning, Baltimore.
Ten years ago this fall, I headed to teach at Spannocchia for the first time. If you had asked me then, I would have insisted I was happy, but I was lying to everyone, including myself. Heading back tonight, genuinely happy, maybe happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
Ten years ago this fall, I headed to teach at Spannocchia for the first time. If you had asked me then, I would have insisted I was happy, but I was lying to everyone, including myself. Heading back tonight, genuinely happy, maybe happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
November 5, 2025 at 12:19 PM
Good morning, Baltimore.
Ten years ago this fall, I headed to teach at Spannocchia for the first time. If you had asked me then, I would have insisted I was happy, but I was lying to everyone, including myself. Heading back tonight, genuinely happy, maybe happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
Ten years ago this fall, I headed to teach at Spannocchia for the first time. If you had asked me then, I would have insisted I was happy, but I was lying to everyone, including myself. Heading back tonight, genuinely happy, maybe happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
Managed to update my newsletter, free and almost worth the cost, as it is the first Tuesday of the month. Please give me a participation trophy.
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I'm Baaaaaaaack
(And yet I’m gone)
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November 4, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Managed to update my newsletter, free and almost worth the cost, as it is the first Tuesday of the month. Please give me a participation trophy.
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Good morning, Bluesky.
“Enfettered, these sentences repress free speech. The text deletes selected letters. We see the revered exegete reject metred verse . . . He rebels. He sets new precedents. He lets cleverness exceed decent levels.”
-Eunoia, Christian Bok-
(Oh, ModPo, how I will miss you.)
“Enfettered, these sentences repress free speech. The text deletes selected letters. We see the revered exegete reject metred verse . . . He rebels. He sets new precedents. He lets cleverness exceed decent levels.”
-Eunoia, Christian Bok-
(Oh, ModPo, how I will miss you.)
November 4, 2025 at 11:51 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
“Enfettered, these sentences repress free speech. The text deletes selected letters. We see the revered exegete reject metred verse . . . He rebels. He sets new precedents. He lets cleverness exceed decent levels.”
-Eunoia, Christian Bok-
(Oh, ModPo, how I will miss you.)
“Enfettered, these sentences repress free speech. The text deletes selected letters. We see the revered exegete reject metred verse . . . He rebels. He sets new precedents. He lets cleverness exceed decent levels.”
-Eunoia, Christian Bok-
(Oh, ModPo, how I will miss you.)
Good morning, Bluesky.
It’s so blah out that I’m going to share a photo from the magnificent Amy Sherald show that opened yesterday at the BMA, a painting whose title was inspired by the Baltimore poet Lucille Clifton.
(Listen, you a wonder. You a city of a woman. You got a geography of your own.)
It’s so blah out that I’m going to share a photo from the magnificent Amy Sherald show that opened yesterday at the BMA, a painting whose title was inspired by the Baltimore poet Lucille Clifton.
(Listen, you a wonder. You a city of a woman. You got a geography of your own.)
November 3, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Good morning, Bluesky.
It’s so blah out that I’m going to share a photo from the magnificent Amy Sherald show that opened yesterday at the BMA, a painting whose title was inspired by the Baltimore poet Lucille Clifton.
(Listen, you a wonder. You a city of a woman. You got a geography of your own.)
It’s so blah out that I’m going to share a photo from the magnificent Amy Sherald show that opened yesterday at the BMA, a painting whose title was inspired by the Baltimore poet Lucille Clifton.
(Listen, you a wonder. You a city of a woman. You got a geography of your own.)
Good morning, Bluesky.
When you find strange hands in your sweater . . .
(Even in a perfect world
where everyone was equal
I’d still own the film rights
And be working on the sequel. This is just literally true.)
When you find strange hands in your sweater . . .
(Even in a perfect world
where everyone was equal
I’d still own the film rights
And be working on the sequel. This is just literally true.)
November 2, 2025 at 12:12 PM
Good morning, Bluesky.
When you find strange hands in your sweater . . .
(Even in a perfect world
where everyone was equal
I’d still own the film rights
And be working on the sequel. This is just literally true.)
When you find strange hands in your sweater . . .
(Even in a perfect world
where everyone was equal
I’d still own the film rights
And be working on the sequel. This is just literally true.)
Kid: Is there any food in this house?
Me: There's always food in this house!
Kid: (disdainfully) All you have are INGREDIENTS.
Me: There's always food in this house!
Kid: (disdainfully) All you have are INGREDIENTS.
November 1, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Kid: Is there any food in this house?
Me: There's always food in this house!
Kid: (disdainfully) All you have are INGREDIENTS.
Me: There's always food in this house!
Kid: (disdainfully) All you have are INGREDIENTS.
Good morning, Bluesky.
Rabbit, rabbit.
Also, Oct. 1 feels like a bazillion years ago and yet I really could have used an extra week of October. November is going to be wild!
Photos from Nov. 1, 2024 because even today is complicated.
Rabbit, rabbit.
Also, Oct. 1 feels like a bazillion years ago and yet I really could have used an extra week of October. November is going to be wild!
Photos from Nov. 1, 2024 because even today is complicated.
November 1, 2025 at 11:22 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
Rabbit, rabbit.
Also, Oct. 1 feels like a bazillion years ago and yet I really could have used an extra week of October. November is going to be wild!
Photos from Nov. 1, 2024 because even today is complicated.
Rabbit, rabbit.
Also, Oct. 1 feels like a bazillion years ago and yet I really could have used an extra week of October. November is going to be wild!
Photos from Nov. 1, 2024 because even today is complicated.
First thing I’m going to draw is an enormous glass of wine.
October 31, 2025 at 8:33 PM
First thing I’m going to draw is an enormous glass of wine.
Good morning, Bluesky. I have 20-25 pounds of candy, an amount determined by 20+ years on this busy South Baltimore street*, and my hunch is that I will be closed for business by 8 p.m.
*It’s a complicated calculation that includes weather/weeknight/whether I open any bags before the 31st.
*It’s a complicated calculation that includes weather/weeknight/whether I open any bags before the 31st.
October 31, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Good morning, Bluesky. I have 20-25 pounds of candy, an amount determined by 20+ years on this busy South Baltimore street*, and my hunch is that I will be closed for business by 8 p.m.
*It’s a complicated calculation that includes weather/weeknight/whether I open any bags before the 31st.
*It’s a complicated calculation that includes weather/weeknight/whether I open any bags before the 31st.
Halloween costume ready to go. (Purple crayon is what matters, but I am stitching my name to the back of my blue onesie for the inevitable philistines.)
October 31, 2025 at 2:17 AM
Halloween costume ready to go. (Purple crayon is what matters, but I am stitching my name to the back of my blue onesie for the inevitable philistines.)
Good morning, Bluesky.
“There was a hole left in the wall
From some ancient fight
About the size of a fist
Or something thrown that had missed
There were other holes as well
In the house where our nights fell
Far too many to repair
In the nights we were there.”
—Jackson Browne—
Photo 10/31/2021
“There was a hole left in the wall
From some ancient fight
About the size of a fist
Or something thrown that had missed
There were other holes as well
In the house where our nights fell
Far too many to repair
In the nights we were there.”
—Jackson Browne—
Photo 10/31/2021
October 30, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Good morning, Bluesky.
“There was a hole left in the wall
From some ancient fight
About the size of a fist
Or something thrown that had missed
There were other holes as well
In the house where our nights fell
Far too many to repair
In the nights we were there.”
—Jackson Browne—
Photo 10/31/2021
“There was a hole left in the wall
From some ancient fight
About the size of a fist
Or something thrown that had missed
There were other holes as well
In the house where our nights fell
Far too many to repair
In the nights we were there.”
—Jackson Browne—
Photo 10/31/2021
Good morning, Bluesky.
I’ve lost my second journal in less than a month, it’s beginning to feel like some kind of kink. (Pretty sure this one is in the house, however.)
Photo from two years ago because of rain.
I’ve lost my second journal in less than a month, it’s beginning to feel like some kind of kink. (Pretty sure this one is in the house, however.)
Photo from two years ago because of rain.
October 29, 2025 at 11:02 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
I’ve lost my second journal in less than a month, it’s beginning to feel like some kind of kink. (Pretty sure this one is in the house, however.)
Photo from two years ago because of rain.
I’ve lost my second journal in less than a month, it’s beginning to feel like some kind of kink. (Pretty sure this one is in the house, however.)
Photo from two years ago because of rain.
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Karen is a dogged, versatile journalist who will kill it no matter what, and your publication would be lucky to have her.
I was recently laid off by ARTnews, a few days before the theft at the Louvre. The terms of my TN work visa means I can't freelance unless I donate the funds to charity. I'm open to new FT roles in business reporting and communications, and am willing to relocate to other cities, including Toronto.
October 28, 2025 at 3:19 PM
Karen is a dogged, versatile journalist who will kill it no matter what, and your publication would be lucky to have her.
I often begin my writing mornings by pulling a card from my Oblique Strategies deck and propping it up in my typewriter for inspiration as I work on my laptop and today's is, um, a banger.
October 28, 2025 at 1:20 PM
I often begin my writing mornings by pulling a card from my Oblique Strategies deck and propping it up in my typewriter for inspiration as I work on my laptop and today's is, um, a banger.