Life in Málaga—Ciudad de Literatura and Color Comunitaria

Four people stand in front of a long counter that reads Centro Federico Garcia Lorca Bienvenido/Welcome. The people are a tall, bald man with glasses and three women approximately the same height about a foot shorter than the man. They are facing the camera and smiling.

This month brought the Feria del Libro in Malaga; a visit from my long-time Seattle friend Catalina and a trip together to Granada to meet the director of Ciudad de Literatura Granada; and back in Málaga an invitation to watch the recording at the local community radio/television station of an interview with a Filipino poet…

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Life in Málaga—Hey, look at me!

Front anf back cover of the book Ofelia and Norma. Salmon colored illustration on a beige background and green lettering.

It’s been the month of Carnaval, the month of new connections, and the month that begins the hey-look-at-me prelude to the release of my new book. Let’s start with hey, look at me! My new book, my fourth book of fiction, comes out September 29, 2026. That’s eight months of me saying pre-order my book!…

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Life in Málaga—Mujeres

headshots of four smiling women with white drapes in the background.

I belong to a group of women that meets every couple of weeks to converse mainly in Spanish. Diana, the group’s originator, is the only one that is fully bilingual having been raised in a Spanish-speaking family and spending part of her life in Colombia. The rest of us can claim functional bilingualism since we’ve…

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Life in Málaga—Namedropping, Boxing Day, and travel recap

Five women sitting on a couch and behind them a woman flanked by two men standing. Each is wearing a paper crown.

I’m a name-dropper here in Málaga. A couple of months ago, I tagged along with my friend Fiona to a book discussion group where everyone described a book they’d read recently. The mention of one book generated mentions of others and at some point, Viet Thanh Nguyen’s book The Sympathizer came up. It’s one of…

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Life in Málaga—with jaunts to Brussels, Paris, Nantes

Tourists taking pictures and looking at the sites in Grand Place, Brussels

September brought another opportunity for travel, starting with Brussels, where in addition to ogling the sites such as the Grand-Place above, I attended the European Writers Salon yearly conference. I went because I wanted to be in a physical space with other writers. Also, I’d never been to Belgium. I’ve never been to a lot…

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Life in Málaga—A retreat, France, racism. Oh, and Feria.

Women dressed for feria in Malaga, Spain: black dresses with white polka dots ad red flowers in their hair.

August in Málaga means Feria, when women don traditional Flamenco dresses and accessorize with flowers, fans, and shawls, when countless bottles of the sweet Cartojal wine are poured, and song and dance, both planned and spontaneous, fill the streets of the Centro by day and the fairgrounds by night. And it happens during some of…

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Life in Málaga—A Book, a Movie, a Friend, a Retreat

Woman on the terrace of a house in the Spanish Basque region.

It’s the end of July and I’m posting this from northern Spain in the foothills of the Pyrenees, where the weather is cool and rainy—a nice change from the high temperatures in Málaga, where I spent afternoons indoors reading or writing, or in a movie theater sheltered from the heat. At the beginning of the…

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Life in Málaga—Comings and Goings

Three women and a man in front of a window of a cafe facing the camera

People come, people go. So goes the line in the movie Grand Hotel. And so goes our lives. In Seattle, where I lived most of my adult years, I established friendships, some close, some casual. I saw some of those friends move to different cities, while new people came into my life as a result…

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Living and Learning in Málaga, Year 2—Otra Vez Madrid

Facade of a bar in Madrid called Madrid Me Mata. Graffiti covers the closed doors.

January meant another trip to magical Madrid where I spent time with my friend Miguel, whom I first met in Málaga at the now-defunct writers meetup. With a Dutch father and Spanish mother, Miguel grew up in the Netherlands speaking three languages. He’s very much at home in Spain, is well-versed in Spanish history and…

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