Co-teaching English in Spain is an experience akin to being cast in a two-man show, for which only your co-star has the script, just as the curtain is rising. I…
I recently went bra shopping. I wasn’t looking for anything fancy, just a comfy casual contraption that would give my subtly-endowed bosom a little shape, a little support. Browsing the…
As some of you know, last winter I moved to Chile and taught English in a Chilean middle school. This was my second time in middle school (I also attended…
A Crusty Toothpaste Production. Written November 2013, relevant today. I have inflicted upon myself the type of mental trauma that one can only get by binge watching the entire final…
For some people, it’s an empty beach at sunrise. For others, an isolated cabin on a rainy mountaintop. For still others, the corner table of a familiar diner; a late…
I’m not the world’s biggest Zeppelin fan, nor do I know exactly what it means* to “get the lead out” but for me, it conjures up images of an old…
Why am I here? Or, better put, why am I here again? For those of you who know I spent a semester studying and working in Madrid a few years…
I’d like to take a moment to talk about something that will affect or has affected everyone at some point in his or her young life: Clubbing. Despite having heard…
I am mortified. If you can imagine, I have felt this pure mortification continuously for the past three months. I’m exhausted, stressed, and one of my iPhone apps seems to…
You know what “gringo” means, for the most part. In Chile, there’s a bit of confusion about the parameters of gringo-ness/ gringosity. Some believe everyone who is not from Latin…