Lisa Frame {About}

I was born and raised in the Southern Appalachian Foothills of North Carolina. The Piedmont may be where I hang my hat, but Appalachia is home. My pronouns are she/her/y’all/ma’am.

Y’all is part of my vernacular. My usage is not meant to be folksy and cute.

I’m a wanna-be neat freak with a serious case of perfectionism. The older I get, the less I tolerate clutter. I’m pretty sure the dust bunnies under my bed will mock me for the rest of my life.

I am a widow with a charming 24-year-old son in his final year of law school.

I have a knack for cooking memorable meals (some for the wrong reasons) and have lived green since before it was a popular way of life.

I am a connoisseur of deviled eggs, okra pickles, BBQ, and sweet tea. Don’t try and sell me on the sauce until we’ve talked about the smoke.

I cry whenever I hear James Taylor sing “Carolina on My Mind.”

I am an audiophile. My obsession with music started with my bluegrass-playing family and attending every festival in the South with my Grandparents. My tastes run the gamut. Don’t be surprised when you hear my Spotify playlist change from Doc Watson to Nina Simone to Beastie Boys to Foo Fighters.

You’ll frequently find me obsessing over the perfect fountain pen, stationary, and grey nail polish.

I am the founding social media manager for Let’s Win Pancreatic Cancer and am in the middle of writing my second novel. Both are deep, soul-filling work.

Like Ilina, I feel like I half-ass both sometimes. Twenty-four hours in a day are never enough.