Eliza Non Fiction Writing

Subbie year, my father and brother took a trip to Bulgaria. My mom, sister and I were left at home for 1 month, and during that month, we decided to make a change to our household arrangement. Entirely on a whim, we went to Petsmart, with the intention of only looking around at the different animals. We watched the dogs get haircuts for a while. My sister tried to count the pink fish in one of the tanks. We looked at the reptile section and debated the merits and detriments of being cold blooded. It wasn’t until we were nearly done that my mom saw a glass display off to the side with two little parakeets inside, one white and one yellow.      We had never had pets before. Immediately my sister felt a sort of attachment. She was 5 then, and the idea of having birds, or really any pet, seemed to her the most fantastic thing in the world. I was incredibly surprised when my mom seemed to be open to the idea. Somehow, in the span of 10 minutes, we were picking out ca...

  Each evening I choose an outfit for the next day, and with this choice comes the burden of a character. That concept might be overused, but it’s true. What you wear has everything to do with how you carry yourself, how you sit, how you speak, your mindset even. It’s a costume in the most subtle and organic way. The way we act in formal wear, for example, really demonstrates this change. If we remove the expectations, the social cues and etiquettes, the subconscious (or conscious) acting we do each time we get dressed, what would be left?  When it comes to the question of what the aesthetic at the core of my style is, perhaps my most transparent look into that came during the beginning stages of the pandemic, when I started to design and sew clothing for the first time in my life. The creative liberty was entirely in my hands, to an almost worrying degree. I was not only not confined to the styles in stores, I got to choose everything about the clothing; color, fit, pattern...