Hi Friends, This week I’m thrilled to share my first short story publication in Tryst Literary Magazine. (Story and audio below.) What has taken place? What do you think it means? With Love, Z :) Surveying the Storm by Z Zoccolante After the storm, there was silence. It pressed between us like pockets of honeycomb, sticky and sweet, like the amber that might catch a bee to form prehistoric stones. Others might admire it...
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Feel Like Crap After Social Media? 6 Tips to Reclaim Confidence. by Z Zoccolante You’ve finished your work and feel great about yourself, but then take a scroll through social media. Within minutes your brain’s running circles with your failures. This hijacking of our thoughts happens to the best of us and leaves us feeling icky and listless. Today, our lives are built around technology and social media making us...
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The Thing We Crave More Than Addiction by Z Zoccolante Zig Ziglar once told a story of how his barber wouldn’t hire a hair stylist who smoked. His reasoning was that the stylist wouldn’t be focused on his client because when he craved a cigarette his mind would be outside, smoking. The story brings up an interesting point about addiction. Addictions ruin relationships because they steal focus and keep us from being fully...
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How to Love Yourself When You’re Feeling BLEH. by Z Zoccolante We show our perfect faces for the world, yet behind the scenes we struggle with similar things. When we’re vulnerable with those things, we risk connecting with others and realize that we all deal with similar emotions. Lately, I’ve had this sinking bleh feeling. I’ve forced myself to wake up before noon, forced myself to work and act like a normal person,...
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It Gets Better, but in the meantime, Find What Brings you Joy by Z Zoccolante Childhood can be terrible, my friend stated. It’s important to remind people that it will get better. Between bites of breakfast, the discussion circled the table. When we’re young we don’t have a lot of choices, she explained. Our parents and adults are making choices for us. During a time of awkward adolescence, the high school we attend...
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The reason I want fame is for its influence. When you’re famous you can post about your morning latte and people retweet it all day. People take notice. Underneath the fame lies something we all seek – significance. I have dreams of getting Santa bags full of letters from recovered people. They tell of the freedom of their new life and the expansion of their minds. Of relationships that have been salvaged from the abyss, and...
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