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.
What perfect album came out the year you turned 16?
(OK, I’m fudging my age, but can you blame me?)
(OK, I’m fudging my age, but can you blame me?)
November 17, 2025 at 8:27 PM
What perfect album came out the year you turned 16?
(OK, I’m fudging my age, but can you blame me?)
(OK, I’m fudging my age, but can you blame me?)
Good morning, Bluesky.
Back on my bullshit.
Back on my bullshit.
November 17, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
Back on my bullshit.
Back on my bullshit.
Made it to the mothership, someone is getting a “hipster capybara.” Shhh!
November 16, 2025 at 11:38 AM
Made it to the mothership, someone is getting a “hipster capybara.” Shhh!
Good morning, Bluesky. And goodbye to London, which takes Christmas quite seriously.
November 16, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Good morning, Bluesky. And goodbye to London, which takes Christmas quite seriously.
Good morning, Bluesky.
Last full day in Tuscany. Veni, vedi, vici. (My students might tell it differently, but I did my best and I’m very proud of how open they were to critique, the possibility of big changes in their work.)
Last full day in Tuscany. Veni, vedi, vici. (My students might tell it differently, but I did my best and I’m very proud of how open they were to critique, the possibility of big changes in their work.)
November 14, 2025 at 9:27 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
Last full day in Tuscany. Veni, vedi, vici. (My students might tell it differently, but I did my best and I’m very proud of how open they were to critique, the possibility of big changes in their work.)
Last full day in Tuscany. Veni, vedi, vici. (My students might tell it differently, but I did my best and I’m very proud of how open they were to critique, the possibility of big changes in their work.)
Good morning, Bluesky.
A checklist:
A comfortable bed, doesn’t hurt my back
Food to fill me up
Warm clothes
Full house, rock and roll band
Pens that won’t run out of ink
Cool quiet/time to think
Six out of eight, not bad!
A checklist:
A comfortable bed, doesn’t hurt my back
Food to fill me up
Warm clothes
Full house, rock and roll band
Pens that won’t run out of ink
Cool quiet/time to think
Six out of eight, not bad!
November 13, 2025 at 9:58 AM
Good morning, Bluesky.
A checklist:
A comfortable bed, doesn’t hurt my back
Food to fill me up
Warm clothes
Full house, rock and roll band
Pens that won’t run out of ink
Cool quiet/time to think
Six out of eight, not bad!
A checklist:
A comfortable bed, doesn’t hurt my back
Food to fill me up
Warm clothes
Full house, rock and roll band
Pens that won’t run out of ink
Cool quiet/time to think
Six out of eight, not bad!
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.
Life doesn’t suck.
November 9, 2025 at 10:50 AM
Life doesn’t suck.
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?
Casa, casa dolce. I have returned to one of my favorite places on earth, where job one is relearning how to use a moka pot and build my own fires. Job 2 is getting ready to meet with students.
November 8, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Casa, casa dolce. I have returned to one of my favorite places on earth, where job one is relearning how to use a moka pot and build my own fires. Job 2 is getting ready to meet with students.
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)
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
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
One funny story from 2015. We — daughter, babysitter, me — ended up traveling for almost 20 hours from Baltimore to Florence. Just as my head hit the pillow in Italy, my cellphone began buzzing. I had won the Anthony for best novel & my friends sent pics of themselves, wearing the prize as a hat.
November 5, 2025 at 12:19 PM
One funny story from 2015. We — daughter, babysitter, me — ended up traveling for almost 20 hours from Baltimore to Florence. Just as my head hit the pillow in Italy, my cellphone began buzzing. I had won the Anthony for best novel & my friends sent pics of themselves, wearing the prize as a hat.
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.
Meanwhile, last night during Lainey Brown’s office hours, potential Rookie of the Year Robyn offered a writing prompt from a source whose name I didn’t get: Draw your face using only your initials. This is what I did with LML. I look like the devil!
November 4, 2025 at 11:58 AM
Meanwhile, last night during Lainey Brown’s office hours, potential Rookie of the Year Robyn offered a writing prompt from a source whose name I didn’t get: Draw your face using only your initials. This is what I did with LML. I look like the devil!
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.)
We always have popcorn in this house, but almost never have unpopped kernels because I am a witch. I stand ready to teach her my ways.
November 1, 2025 at 9:26 PM
We always have popcorn in this house, but almost never have unpopped kernels because I am a witch. I stand ready to teach her my ways.
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.
This one worked.
October 31, 2025 at 10:13 PM
This one worked.