M.E. Evans

My father was born in Iran. He moved to the US when he was eighteen and I came along shortly after that, as my father says, “if I even touch a woman she gets pregnant, it’s a gift, mostly.” Judging…

I’d like to welcome guest writer Vincent Zandri and thank him for contributing to my new “expat essays” section. Violà! —————————- The first time I came to Florence it was for love. At least, being in love was the plan…

1. Appreciate Your Life Be thankful that you wake up alive each morning. Don’t take your situation for granted, most people never get the chance to live abroad and experience what you’re experiencing. Don’t sweat the small stuff like the…

So, this post is kind of late but I’ve been  depressed this week and have been whining and feeling all self-loathing. I haven’t been in the mood to write. However, I just got a sudden burst of gumption! Alas, Halloween!…

1. You meet during a family vacation, in a movie, or online. You like what you see. You dream about being inside of it, absorbing it, letting all that culture and complexity inside of you. A week, a month, isn’t…

I did a reading with my good friend Lee Foust a bit ago and it was taped for the news. I’m obviously not good with people or in public so it’s a little awkward. Also, HAIR? The fuck? It’s like…

Since I have more weird conversations in any given day than any healthy person should have in a year I’m going to start posting these regularly. These are just for fun, they were not serious conversations, and nobody has been…

I spent the day out with my husband stalking people in the center of Florence. My husband finds it highly inappropriate to take pictures of people I don’t know and he followed me around whispering, “stop DOING THAT!”. He needs…

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This morning I awoke around eight a.m., early for me since my insomnia didn’t allow me to fall asleep until around four a.m. I stretched and felt warm pressure on my right leg.  Oliver in his usual place, behind my…