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Ronna Fisher

Ronna Fisher

Guttered Views

“We think because we’re human we’re something above nature . . . We’re not. Everything that gets born, dies.”

Mar 14, 2017

Guttered Views

Mar 14, 2017

Ronna Fisher

A Winter Ago

The 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, 2017

A Winter Ago

Mar 14, 2017

Ronna Fisher

Phrasal Verbs, Meat Sticks, and Other Normal Evening Occurrences

21:16 — 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, 2017

Phrasal Verbs, Meat Sticks, and Other Normal Evening Occurrences

Feb 7, 2017

Ronna Fisher

A Heart Divided: What It Feels Like To Be an Expat

Two 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, 2016

A Heart Divided: What It Feels Like To Be an Expat

Dec 12, 2016

Ronna Fisher

I Think Besos Are Growing on Me

If 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, 2016

I Think Besos Are Growing on Me

Nov 22, 2016

Ronna Fisher

Death Be Not Proud: When You’re Left Speechless

Sometime 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, 2016

Death Be Not Proud: When You’re Left Speechless

Nov 6, 2016

Ronna Fisher

Some days I just don’t like Spain

Most 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, 2016

Some days I just don’t like Spain

Nov 1, 2016

Ronna Fisher

My dermatologist is a scary Santa Claus

I 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, 2016

Oct 23, 2016

Ronna Fisher

Please 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, 2016

Please don’t get me wrong,

Oct 1, 2016

Ronna Fisher

At the table

The 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, 2016

At the table

Sep 21, 2016

Ronna Fisher

Ronna Fisher

It’s personal. Teaching is personal. Life is personal. The information I share here gets super personal. I’m okay with that. Travel. Teaching. Life. & all that.

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