Elizabeth Schurman emerged from a small house on a busy street in an preternaturally safe suburb. She was raised on a diet of Simon and Garfunkel, Robert Louis Stevenson, and George Orwell. Early experiments in truth included: roly-poly observation, playground gymnastics, Arctic role playing, simulated subterranean microeconomics, and the formation of secret and not-so-secret societies of all kinds.
She lived 15 years in Kansas City, taught city kids, enjoyed a lot of art. Along with her equally talented sister and a cadre of other charming people, she ran a little art gallery and threw parties and artist retreats under the auspices of the Myers Mansion Arts Society, Krewe de Bastille, and Societe Anonyme (the radio interview; the print interview).
She taught public school in New York City for three years, and now tutors college students who have been in foster care.
Schurman writes, loves and tolerates her vicious cat, and accumulates frequent-buyer coffee punches in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
She has also written whole books which are patiently waiting to be discovered, and can’t stop herself from writing more. What are you gonna do.
You may contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org .
Photo: “Elizabeth Schurman” by small child whose name she does not remember but who definitely lives in rural Mississippi and has his own treehouse.