Life in Malaga | Donna Miscolta

Life in Málaga—Thoughts from the balcony

By Donna Miscolta | April 29, 2026 |

A woman with short dark haur and her chin cupped in her hand sits at a table on a balcony and stares into the dustance. The balcony rail is white and there are plants on the balcony.

Spring is here, the weather is warmer and the beach beckons, the tourists are filling the streets and restaurants, and the cockroaches are back. Not in our apartment just yet, but in the building entrance and only corpses have been sighted, always with a leg or tentacle dreamily waving in the air, a taunt to…

Life in Málaga—Mujeres

By Donna Miscolta | January 28, 2026 |

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…

Life in Málaga—Birthday, Book Fair, and Pub Date

By Donna Miscolta | June 26, 2025 |

Dark-haired, dark-skinned woman sitting at a seaside cafe with a glass of wine in front of her.

Birthday I turned seventy-two this month. It’s weird being an age that seemed light-years away when I was thirty, forty, even fifty. But here I am. Seventy-two years can seem like a long time. It can also seem like not enough time. Nothing is promised us in this life, but I can still want. More…