| Liz Garone
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I feel like a little bit of an impostor, having left MHS at the end of the tenth grade. Still, it is very fun for me to visit this site, since I haven't seen most of your smiling faces in 23 years.
A brief synopsis since switching coasts:
My family moved to Marin County (the Westchester of Northern California). After graduation from a high school whose architect also designed San Quentin and seemed to use the same drawings for both locales, I took a year off and held about a dozen odd jobs. Then, it was off to UC Davis, home of cow tipping (I never tried it -- I'm a vegetarian and thought it sounded a tad bit cruel.) I then moved to Oregon and got my first job as a full-fledged newspaper reporter and loved it (getting paid -- albeit it very little -- to write). After that, I moved to Japan to teach English on the JET Program and do some writing. While there, I met Donar, my future husband. After two years, I returned to New York for grad school at Columbia in Journalism. While there, I ventured to Larchmont/Mamaroneck once or twice -- had to go to Sal's for a slice.
Then, I did the unthinkable; I left the coast -- ouch! -- and moved to Arizona with Donar while he went to grad school. When we came back to California, I did tech reporting in Silicon Valley during the Internet boom.
About five years ago, I switched to freelance. Most of my time these days is spent taking care of the newest love of my life, Gabriella Kai Garone Goss. She's 13 months old, and she, Donar, and I spend a lot of time at the beach.