(A story for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction contest, based on a randomly selected title, first line, and last lines.) Three days without sleep was the least of my worries. Charlene was out there, slouched in an alley or a flophouse, a needle dangling from a...
ENGLISH ESPAÑOL Last night in Madrid I had my Grand Premiere as an actor. Six women, four different accents in Spanish (Italian, French, Irish and American) and an audience of all our Spanish boyfriends and a couple of weirdos who must have had nothing better to do....
Do what you like When I told my parents I wanted a job where I could do what I like, as a young college graduate with a sociology degree (!), you’d have thought I said I wanted to juggle babies for a living. But they came around, about the time I found a job I...
I don’t get it. The hipster thing here in Madrid is just massive – without even going into how many beard-trimming, fade-shaving, exaggeratedly side-parting, bangs-gelling barberias there are, I also walk past (and sometimes into, thanks to...
I haven’t worked for months. No, it’s okay. My last months in Colombia were rough – very long hours with several enormous tasks dangling over my head. It was time for a break. Sabbatical – lovely word, right? Leaving Colombia was also a big change for me –...
Flash fiction 4 – Micro-relatos Esta semana estoy blogueando mis cuentos escritos para una clase de escritura creativa. Cada uno tiene su fin para la clase. Éste, el cuarto, tenía que llevar el formato de un diario. En un diario las personas tienen un espacio...
