Want to write stories that transform the world?

I can help.


“Lisa is a capable, empathic and insightful writing teacher who creates and sustains a safe, warm space for students to learn and become successful mindful writers themselves.

Rita Hart, book publisher in Melbourne, Australia

“I would highly recommend Lisa even to the most experienced writer.”

“LIsa's incisive commentary on my work has been extraordinarily helpful. She got me to see my work in a different way and to imagine new possibilities. What more could you ask for?”

Phil Quam, Indonesia, author of “Inmates” published in Word Riot

What I do

Manuscript Evaluation

Looking for feedback before you move forward?

Developmental Editing

Need someone to help you tackle serious problems in your manuscript?


Starting a new project or feeling stuck and overwhelmed?

Classes and Seminars

Looking for a speaker or instructor for your next event?

Mindful Writing

Having problems with that dastardly internal editor?

Getting Started

I offer a free thirty-minute initial consultation via Skype for all potential clients to discuss the scope of their projects, goals, deadlines, and budgets.
Lisa Cooper Ellison

About Lisa Ellison Cooper

Lisa Ellison is a freelance writer, editor, and writing coach who lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. She teaches courses in memoir, creative nonfiction, mindful writing, and storytelling. Her work and life story are forthcoming or have appeared on NPR’s With Good Reason, and in The New Guard Review, The Kenyon ReviewHuffington PostThe RumpusThe Guardian, and Streetlight, among others.

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Slow Pieces Blog

Scholarships Now Available

Scholarships Now Available

Dana (pronounced “DAH-nuh”), noun. Sanskrit, Pali, roughly “gift, alms, donation”; voluntary giving of materials, energy, or wisdom (dharma) to others; generosity; regarded as one of the most important Buddhist virtues. I grew up during the 1980s recession that...

Dialogue Lab One: Dialect versus Diction

Dialogue Lab One: Dialect versus Diction

In early October, my father experienced a medical emergency that sent me to Upstate New York. During his recovery, I spent three weeks in my childhood hometown. During hospital visits and errands, I listened to the conversations around me—not just what was said, but...

The Death of Sonny

The Death of Sonny

This personal essay was a finalist in the  Hippocampus Literary Magazine's Remember In November Contest       “Without smoke, you can’t see the light.”   My husband Alex said this to me while explaining why professional tours use fog machines in their light shows. The...

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