In 2019, I had a good life in the U.S., and absolutely no intention of ever leaving it. But then … More

May 15 is San Isidro Day, the day of Madrid’s patron saint. In true Madrileño fashion, that requires festivities from … More

I. The List/The Group Sometimes it’s hard to remember those first dark days of Covid, when we all convinced ourselves … More

Between the last walk I took in the park and now, it has become an exuberance of lilacs. The green … More

It has been an odd spring. Back in January and February, when it ought to have rained, it stubbornly refused … More

This morning, porteros were busily, ineffectually sluicing dust blown from the Sahara off Madrid’s doorsteps. The meteorologists tweeted: “don’t go … More

Saturday morning, I got the text: the person I’d spent a few hours with on Friday was suddenly part of … More

Today, for the first time since Christmas Eve, I’ll be able to walk outside our apartment without wearing a surgical … More

(He Who is Hungry Thinks of Bread) To be bereft, the late 16th-century past participle of bereave. With its idiot rhymes:  to … More

America, as in the United States of — because once you’ve left it you discover America encompasses a lot more … More