“That’s good luck,” is what people who never get pooped on by birds will tell you about getting pooped on by birds. I will not tell you this, as I…
Almost everyone I’ve ever dated has said something along the lines of “I thought about getting you flowers but they just die so I didn’t.” What a bold thing for…
Seba held his phone up to me and pressed record: “I, Elyssa, will write 6 essays, at least, this year, 2018, for a book—for my book—to be completed in 2019.”…
This past July, for the first time ever, I left Madrid for the summer with a return ticket for September in hand. I knew, for once, that I was definitely…
San Francisco is the first place I ever really traveled to. Born and raised in south Florida, I’d grown up with one foot in Maryland since my parents’ families lived…
It’s no secret that in my most recent writings, my feelings toward Spain have been lukewarm at best, disheartened at worst. My year and a half back living in Madrid has…
It’s weird to be tucked in after the age of…10? I don’t know. I forget my childhood. The point is, we can all agree that there is an appropriate age…
What a year! When I briefly look back on this year, my gut wrenches a bit and I think to myself It’s not funny now but I’ll drink about it…
It started the way all cab rides start: “You can drive me home but you have to promise not to fall in love with me.” Okay, it wasn’t like that…
I’m makin’ strides to beef up this blogthing! As you can perhaps tell by the mess that is my current blog, I recently switched from hosting my blog with wordpress.com…