Ronna FisherGuttered Views“We think because we’re human we’re something above nature . . . We’re not. Everything that gets born, dies.”Mar 14, 2017Mar 14, 2017
Ronna FisherA Winter AgoThe same month I came to realize that sometimes love isn’t enough I found myself paralyzed in the Prado. I could feel the pull of my…Mar 14, 2017Mar 14, 2017
Ronna FisherPhrasal Verbs, Meat Sticks, and Other Normal Evening Occurrences21:16 — Someone should tell my parents that I guess I WAS raised in a barn, I think. Finally an answer for the question our loving parents…Feb 7, 2017Feb 7, 2017
Ronna FisherA Heart Divided: What It Feels Like To Be an ExpatTwo days after I landed in Madrid from the US for the second time, I knew it was the right choice. I was back, baby! And it felt good…Dec 12, 20161Dec 12, 20161
Ronna FisherI Think Besos Are Growing on MeIf it’s hard for you to hear the word “beso” and not think of Juan Pablo from The Bachelor asking every poor, hopeful girl for “un beso.”…Nov 22, 2016Nov 22, 2016
Ronna FisherDeath Be Not Proud: When You’re Left SpeechlessSometime last year I wrote in my journal that death was a thief. That the most awful thing about death was that it sucked the life out of…Nov 6, 2016Nov 6, 2016
Ronna FisherSome days I just don’t like SpainMost of the time, I love Madrid. I love that the sun shines the majority of days. I, therefore, also love the gloomy, grey, and rainy days…Nov 1, 2016Nov 1, 2016
Ronna FisherMy dermatologist is a scary Santa ClausI could hear his podiatrist-approved shoes squeaking down the hallway. Squee. Squee. Squee. I knew he would walk through my door next. I…Oct 23, 2016Oct 23, 2016
Ronna FisherPlease don’t get me wrong,I was going to publish a different story. One about my face. About my dermatologist. The things is . . . it was supposed to be funny. In my…Oct 1, 2016Oct 1, 2016
Ronna FisherAt the tableThe indirect sunlight was pale blue. Falling to the black and white tiled floor softly around us. We sat to lunch — late, the Spanish way…Sep 21, 2016Sep 21, 2016