Liz Zarb trying to navigate life
Being nineteen and on summer vacation means I should be spending time driving around with my friends, going out, and having fun. After all, I only have a few weeks left until I go back to Emerson and start my sophomore year of college! I’ve got to make the time I have here with my … Continue reading Tales of a Sick Girl, vol. 2
Sometimes, it’s hard to be an aspiring artist. Whether your art of choice is writing (hello!), drawing, painting, filming, editing, auditory, or the hundreds of other different forms of art that I’ve left off this list, it can feel like you're not going to get anywhere if you're not already in the Big Leagues™. However, … Continue reading Practical Folks: The Self-Made Artist
On June 25th, 2018, my friends and I traveled from Ocean City, New Jersey, all the way up to Boston, Massachusetts to go see Panic! at the Disco. I had seen Panic twice before in concert; once in 2013 when they opened for Fall Out Boy, and another time in 2014 at the Madison Square … Continue reading Panic! At The Disco Made Me Cry
Today is the ten year anniversary of The Dark Knight, one of my favorite movies ever. In honor of this, I've decided to publish an essay I wrote for my research writing class on Batman and the Joker, and how important their dichotomy is. It's pretty academic, but it's on a subject that I find absolutely … Continue reading “One Bad Day:” How Batman and the Joker Represent Two Sides of the Mental Health Debate
One of the biggest perks of being a One Direction fan during 2013 was the emergence of 5 Seconds of Summer: a pop-rock band from Australia that made every “Directioner” feel as though they were just the tiniest edgy since their music featured guitar-heavy motifs. The band’s debut, self-titled album came out in 2014 and … Continue reading 5 Seconds of Summer’s Youngblood and the Death of Pop Rock
I am sat here in my dad's apartment, eating plain breadsticks because they're the only snack I can have as I prep for my SIBO test tomorrow, and I realize that I have not ever written about being ill. So here's the first in what may be more entries in "Tales of a Sick Girl," … Continue reading Tales of a Sick Girl, vol. 1
For once bitterness does not sting my tongue, Does not cloud my mind. Instead there's sickly sweet honey Spread on toast, spread on soul Its sweetness reminding me that there is good And bitterness should be reserved For warm cups of coffee And not spirits.
