I got a disdainful look this morning that kept me thinking all day. I was walking down the street, carrying a gorgeous little plant full of flowers, when I crossed paths with an unknown woman. I was

I suddenly have a bad feeling about this place. There should be more signs of life here. I'll keep my eyes peeled, in case I'm missing something. There's too much stillness, even for winter.

As soon as you read the first tip, you’ll think, “She made them up.” I swear I didn’t, and the guy I heard these tips from is supposedly an editor. So let’s start with the first one. — Yeah, right.

Over the century I’ve been learning English, my approach to it has changed a hundred times. In the beginning, I took classes, did tons of drills, recorded myself (ew), recorded myself as an

I used to have four dogs. One ran away one day and never came back, so now I have one fewer. I bought each dog a leash before it left, so I have an extra leash. I feel like something is off. It's as

— Hey, how did it go? — I have no idea. It all went so fast. The guy kept shooting all kinds of questions non-stop, and I just did my best. — Sounds like you still harbor hopes of getting it. Did

- Hi, bug. Already working? - Could you please announce your presence before walking in so that you don't startle me? - Did I scare you? How's that even possible? I've been whistling all the way here

Economic hardships are always a tough issue, but Christmas is the time when they become especially touching. Even if money isn’t something that keeps you awake at night, chances are that downturns

It all started with chopping onions. I knew my time was limited before my eyes would begin to burn. I remained calm at first, convincing myself that —even though there's no dissuading an onion from

I'm not writing about Christmas this year. Even though we're in winter (for northern Earth dwellers, mostly), I can’t go out past six without wearing sunglasses. What’s with the little lights,

— I have a headache. I think I'm having an allergic reaction. — I didn't know you were allergic. What are you allergic to? — Me neither, but I feel odd. Is this a rash? — I don't think so. Are you

I sense that, because of the disarray that learning French is causing in my brain, this is going to be a checkered strife. My memory seems to have an increasing bent toward the English language,

Prickly pear is what I believe this strange fruit is called in English, and rightly so. In Spain we call it higo chumbo (I know it sounds like Tarzan is talking, but it's not). It’s just a funny

— You've been engrossed in that book all morning. What are you reading? — Nothing. I'm just expanding my vocabulary. — That's new. About what? — Money, finances, the economy… whatever you want to

Would you like to hear it with music? Click here.😂 — How old are you, Grammar ? — Very old, honey. I've been around since before Shakespeare. — Who's that? — An old friend of mine. Someone who knew

I found this short story while rereading my old posts. It was the first one I ever wrote in English, which is why I’m fond of it. It feels like a children’s story, but has a moral and everything!

France is one of the Spain's neighboring countries. Beautiful country, by the way. My parents, Pam, and Jack live there. They say that living surrounded by vineyards is a luxurious experience, but

(Thanksgiving Day) — Monaaa, do you know where I put my glasses? — No. Have you looked in the fridge? — No. I said the glasses! Why would I put them there? — As if/ Beats me! — Have you seen them or

I'm going off topic. This happens to me when I overthink. I'm not hibernating for now. I'd better leave it at that. Wise bears say that only fools rush in, but I'm no fool — I'm just getting a bit

Speaking of books, who's messing with the weather? It's really hot outside today, stupid hot. Just yesterday I was wearing a really long scarf and a pair of ridiculously thick gloves. This weather