There are few things as comforting as curling up with your favorite book. The feeling of escaping to a world different from our own with characters you know as well as family is something that is hard to recreate with any other form of media; no one else has the same mental picture in their … Continue reading Nostalgia and Childhood Literature
For all two of you that weren’t aware, I, Liz Zarb, am bisexual. It’s a shock I know. Since coming out, I have been incredibly vocal about my sexuality. I have attended multiple pride parades, celebrated many a bisexual visibility day, and I am very, very, very loud when it comes to queer issues, rights, … Continue reading Am I Queer “Enough”?
I have once again lost the ability to write, but this time I know the exact reason why. I cannot write anything else until I write about my grief. I cannot write anything else until I write about Christopher One month ago, on October 4th, my beloved cousin Christopher lost his battle with Duchenne muscular … Continue reading On Grief
Sometimes all you need is a car ride. The world might get a little too much sometimes. Responsibilities pile up and you cannot escape the tempest that is your mind. The guilt of being a burnt-out creator, the fear of not being good enough, and the anxiety of entering the real world weigh on your … Continue reading For the Love of a Car Ride
It is not often after finishing a book that I feel the incessant need to write about it, but whenever it happens I know that I have been truly gifted with an unforgettable reading experience. When I was younger, my older sister was obsessed with the 2005 film adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. Naturally, I … Continue reading A Love Letter to Netherfield Park
I’ve done it. I’ve picked up my life and moved to Walt Disney World. When I learned about the Disney College Program when I was a child, all I could think of was doing it myself when I grew up. Well, I’ve finally grown up, except not really. I work in a real-life Neverland - … Continue reading My Real-Life Neverland
Something is very wrong. My brain, once alight with metaphors and imagery, has sunken into a pit that it cannot escape from. I am not going through any major emotional turmoil right now, nor have I been for the past few months. And yet when I put pen to paper, I am stuck. Where my … Continue reading An Involuntary Hiatus