Author: Annalisa

  • Struggling to Celebrate the Year of The Wasian

    Is there room for me to put a soapbox down right here? I worry that I’m reading too far into things, that I’m the one making everything about race. I fear I have gone off the deep end of woke-ness and am drowning because I’m trying not to sound accusatory. But I’ve landed on the…

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  • Youth, Change, and Being Fearless

    At risk of alienation: I graduated from high school as a valedictorian. One of 14, in a class of about 500. We all had a perfect 4.0 GPA and took at least 5 AP classes (I recall taking closer to 12, in case you thought I was trying to be humble). This never comes up…

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  • Rating Crochet Projects Done in My First Year

    Nothing is for sale because if it was it would be like, $500 and I won’t sell anything for that much until I’m famous and inevitably ridiculous. If $500 is nothing to you, please hit me up. I’m selling. I started crocheting in April 2025 and thanks to a sufficient amount of free time, I…

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  • Becoming The Thing I Feared The Most: A Sports Fan

    Part 1: The Sports Family When I was in 5th grade, a classmate that I had a minor crush on invited the entire class to his house for a Super Bowl party (if anyone’s counting, this was 2012, the Giants defeated the Patriots 21-17). Naturally, knowing nothing and caring very little about football, I went…

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  • my best books of all time

    It’s always “Annalisa, what do you recommend? What have you read lately?” And never “Annalisa, I loved all your recommendations, here’s $100.” Do better guys… If you know me, you’ve probably heard me talk about these books before. What’s wrong with having favorites? I still tried my best to get a solid mix of genre…

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  • What Business Do I Have Making a Blog in the First Place?

    It’s so embarrassing to admit that you actually enjoy doing something, like writing, because what if everyone else thinks you’re terrible at it? You’re like “I enjoy writing” and give them a short story that reads like somebody gave ChatGPT to a 4th grader. I hope if it’s me, no one ever tells me and…

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