The Duchess's Desk

I will never understand why some people feel entitled to attention from celebrities—like they must know every detail of a celeb’s private life and what they’re doing 24/7. Their private lives should stay private. I don’t care who they’re dating, as long as they’re happy. They don’t need to post every day; I’m sure they have lives outside of social media, just like the rest of us. I have my favorite celebrities, but I don’t need to know what they’re doing all the time, nor do I care where they live. I do enjoy seeing the inside of their homes decor-wise, though. Some of them have styles I never would’ve imagined—proof that people, even famous ones, are full of surprises. lol It’s okay to miss or admire your favorite celebrities, but don’t revolve your life around them. Appreciate their work, enjoy their talent, but remember they’re human too. They have good days, bad days, and moments they’d rather keep to themselves. The best kind of fan is one who supports from afar—who celebrates ac...

Nestled along Lake Avenue in Rochester, New York, stands one of the city’s most striking pieces of architecture — St. Bernard’s Seminary . With its towering Gothic spires, arched windows, and walls of Medina sandstone, this grand building tells a story that stretches across more than a century. Though it no longer serves as a seminary, its legacy continues to shape both Rochester’s architectural landscape and its spiritual history. In this post, we’ll explore the origins, design, evolution, and present-day life of St. Bernard’s Seminary — a structure that has survived time, transformation, and shifting tides in faith and education. A Vision on Lake Avenue: How It All Began The story of St. Bernard’s Seminary begins in the late 19th century, during a period when Catholic communities across America were expanding rapidly. The Diocese of Rochester’s first bishop, Bernard J. McQuaid , saw the need to train priests locally rather than sending them to seminaries in other states. His vision ...

"You can't mistreat people and then act like they betrayed you.  That's delusional.  You can’t disregard someone’s feelings, take their kindness for weakness, or constantly put them last — and then be surprised when they finally choose to walk away.  People may stay silent for a while, they may endure more than they should, but everyone has a breaking point.  Loyalty doesn’t mean accepting abuse, and love doesn’t mean tolerating disrespect. You don’t get to lie, manipulate, ignore, or belittle someone, and then play the victim when they no longer trust you.  You don’t get to treat people as if they’re disposable and then be confused when they no longer make you a priority.  Relationships — whether friendships, family bonds, or romantic connections — are built on mutual respect, effort, and understanding.  Without those, they crumble, not because someone gave up, but because someone got tired of being hurt.

It has been months since the news broke the silence—news that fell like shattered glass across countless screens. Yu Menglong’s name appeared, first in headlines, then in whispers, and finally in the quiet ache that lingers after the noise fades. People still speak of him, though more softly now. The internet moves quickly, but grief does not. It lingers in timelines, in unfinished projects, in the faint warmth of his smile replaying in someone’s mind at two in the morning. Time, as always, insists on moving forward. But justice—justice seems to have stopped breathing somewhere along the way. And so we ask ourselves: how does the world keep spinning when a truth remains buried, when questions hang like fog no one dares to clear? The Unfinished Story Yu Menglong was more than a celebrity, more than the face on posters or the name in credits. He represented sincerity in an industry often drained of it. His presence carried a calmness—a quiet strength that drew people in. Those who admire...