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About Me — Liz Mroz
Jedi at heart.
For better or for worse, I have not changed much since my suburban Midwest childhood. I find this true of most people. Thanks to social media, it’s easy to check up on old classmates. Almost inevitably, I find myself muttering, “Yep, that makes sense,” as I peruse their profiles. I swear it isn’t as creepy as it sounds.
I like to think I have grown over the years, rather than changed. A million life lessons, ranging from not eating the fruit at a college party to remaining stoic in the face of my husband’s near-death experience, are sure to foster a measure of growth.
I’m easy to spot as the awkward mom at school who gets blank stares for blurting out one-liners from Sly Stallone movies, thinks ladies’ nights are the thing of nightmares and wishes all adult small-talk revolved around Star Wars and Disney World. The difference between now and high school is I no longer pretend to not be those things. Maybe I would have made some connections with those one-liners instead of being a wallflower.
A hasty decision launched me into independence. I landed at the University of Kansas (Rock Chalk!) after sending off applications to two unseen out-of-state schools. I signed with the first one that accepted me, got a loan, and showed up a month later. After 4.5 years, I graduated with a degree in Psychology and an…
