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Lisa's first taste of DC

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on January 16, 2009 at 8:27 PM Tobey Daluz

Lisa, I remember your first day at Wheeler, our first day of the sixth grade, like it was yesterday. After announcing that he had included us both in the “Aardvark” group, Mark Harris called the 2 of us to the back of the class and told us that he believed we could handle the challenges and workload of the group, but if we couldn’t, we should not be afraid to tell him. We looked at him, and each other, and shrugged our shoulders…it was at that moment we became friends.

You tried to teach me to harmonize while we “trick or treated” together on Blackstone Boulevard. I was such a lousy vocal student. Thanks for not laughing or giving up on me. Thanks for sharing your family with me, and for the the fun sleepovers (in that way cool bedroom with the loft). Thanks for forgiving me my careless comments or rude jokes (like those rabbit ears in the picture, sorry Dori!). Lisa, thank you for being my kind, funny and very talented friend.

I regret having to learn about your accomplishments from websites and books, instead of over coffee or dinner. I aspire to acheive the clarity and balance that you acheived in life. Your family, especially your kids, must be very proud of you. I am too.
on May 3, 2009 at 6:27 PM Sally Hart Petersen '82

I was saddened to learn about Lisa’s death in Now & Then which arrived yesterday. I did not know Lisa well, but always admired her talent and confidence from afar.

My last memory of Lisa is one of a “missed connection”. About 9 nine years ago I was at Hillers, our local grocery store here in Ann Arbor. It was late morning, and I had just flown in from Manchester NH with my 2 kids in tow. I was basically a tired mess, and not really wanting to see anyone I knew. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an elegant young Mom singing to her toddler as she strolled the aisles. I kept looking at her, how do I know her? She reminds me of Lisa Flaxman! But in Ann Arbor? I considered approaching her but I was just not sure.

Later, I learned through mutual non-Wheeler friends that Lisa’s husband was from Ann Arbor. I am now most certain that was Lisa I saw, and regret not taking advantage of the opportunity to reconnect. I will keep her family and children in my thoughts and prayers.
on July 28, 2009 at 1:58 AM jessica flaxman

I don’t know why I didn’t realize this site was created or that I could contribute to it, but I have stumbled upon it tonight and am moved to tears, as I am each time I see a picture of my beautiful sister or think about her voice, her life, or her death.

Lisa has appeared in my dreams on three consecutive nights this week. I feel that Lisa continues to teach me important things about how to live, even in her silence. Before her illness, she was the one person apart from my husband who I could absolutely count on to give me sound and often strongly worded counsel. I depended on her so much for that clear, to the point vision. I still reach for the phone nearly every day in an attempt to call her. It’s always such a blow to remember that she’s not reachable.

But then, in dreams, she’s vibrant and wise. She is the big sister who came home for the holidays and brought stories and friends and made my parents laugh. She is the beautiful woman who drew children and elderly people to her like a subtle net. She is the singer who conquered her stage fright and the writer who conquered her writer’s block. Her voice echoes in my thoughts and keeps me on the correct course.

I miss Lisa every minute of the day.
on March 26, 2011 at 1:05 AM Allison Twaddell Mathews

I was just thinking about Lisa the other day…I’m not sure why. Probably because I was driving around the East side and my mind wondered back to Wheeler. Lisa and I use to sit together and have lunch or hang out in Library while she studied and I tried to distract her by blowing crumpled paper balls at her through a straw.

It was such a weird, awkward time. Unlike most, Lisa seemed to glide above all the insecurities and high static that goes along with being fourteen, while still maintaining a grounded, down to earth attraction. She was the “go-to” girl at all those uncomfortable school dances. I could stand with her, pretending to be busy, but at the end of the evening, realizing it was a great night because I hung out with Lisa…

The world needs more go-to girls like Lisa…Forever missed