Non-Fiction

If My Walls Could Talk

M.P.C. / April 21, 2020

They’d probably tell on me, but I wonder which rumors they’d choose to spread. Would it be the story of

M.P.C. / March 29, 2020

After a walk on empty streets, I took a little break to appreciate the blue sky and breathe in the

M.P.C. / May 20, 2019

You’re never too old to be unable to identify feelings, are you? You’re never too old to feel again the

M.P.C. / May 12, 2019

“What if Mother remarried? Would you accept it?” “No way, are you crazy?” It was more of a nod than

M.P.C. / April 16, 2019

While searching for inspiration, I came across a million great writing prompts. One of them, though, said: “Write about happiness.”

M.P.C. / March 14, 2019

I was on my way home. The worn-out leather seats in the next-to-last coach were comfortable enough to make me

M.P.C. / January 10, 2019

I had my earbuds in my ears, volume up above healthy levels, blasting Rihanna’s We Found Love when I got

M.P.C. / October 8, 2018

The year was 2012. I had planned to fly to Oviedo, in northwestern Spain, from Madrid. Two of the major

M.P.C. / September 27, 2018

Here is the definition of sexy, as per the Merriam-Webster dictionary: Sexy: adjective \ ˈsek-sē \ 1 : sexually suggestive

M.P.C. / September 18, 2018

In 2011, after years and years of buildup and much anticipation, I finally went to Italy for the first time.

M.P.C. / August 28, 2018

Sit down and write even when you have nothing to whine about, they say. But it’s hard. Especially, after some

M.P.C. / June 27, 2018

“You’re skinny as a dog,” my classmate, Jess, said to me once in high school. That’s my earliest recollection of