Liz Zarb trying to navigate life
When I was 14, I told my then-best friend that I might like girls And her response was to look at me, Straighten her back, And say "that's disgusting." I learned to keep those thoughts to myself. At 8 years old, Yes, eight, I remember looking at my now-best friend And wanting to kiss her. … Continue reading A Pride Themed Stream-of-Consciousness
Our country is on fire. We live in a world where white people protesting a virus are good people But Black people protesting a murder are somehow wrong. Where your skin color is somehow more dangerous than an assault rifle. Where cops are allowed to panic and kill Black youth But those same Black youth … Continue reading #BlackLivesMatter
According to the Merriam - Webster Dictionary, a sestina is "a lyrical fixed form consisting of six 6-line usually unrhymed stanzas in which the end words of the first stanza recur as end words of the following five stanzas in a successively rotating order and as the middle and end words of the three verses … Continue reading A Feminist’s Sestina
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
