Artículo publicado originalmente en ProLibertadCo A menos de que haya vivido debajo de una roca en los últimos meses, debe de haber escuchado la famosa y ampliamente discutida serie de Netflix: El Juego del Calamar. …

Join me for this little life lesson I recently learned thanks to my helpless dating life — I had a break-up a long time ago, making me very vulnerable and afraid of opening up to someone new. Not because my ex was a bad guy or anything, I have nothing bad to say about him. I was the one that broke my own heart. Because let’s be…

It is about ten times worse than dating before 2020 — Oh, boy. Here we are. Although the It-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still pretty much alive and still causing some damage, our countries are opening and we are slowly moving back to ‘normal’. Eugh, I know. I’m tired of hearing that silly phrase too. So, pubs, restaurants, and clubs are finally opening, and…

Hoping you’ll take my word — So, long story short: I dated a great guy for two years, ended things amicably, or somewhat amicably, lived together after the breakup, and finally ended up breaking my own heart about two years ago. …

How does it feel to be closer than six feet? — We all know the effects of this pandemic will last for years to come. Economic crisis and mental health problems are just some of the issues that this whole situation will bring to humanity. …

Oh, how I wish this was a fiction piece. — We’ve all had a tough couple of years. The famous virus that-shall-not-be-mentioned, the multiple riots and protests; the violence here and there; the skeptics and conspiracy theorists, and the fires that once seemed like the worst was already happening. Humanity has been through a lot. …

La mejor batalla contra el miedo es el conocimiento — Advertencia: Aquí hablaré de qué son y para qué se usan. En ningún momento tome este artículo como ayuda financiera. …

Let me tell you a little story of what happened in my town many moons ago. It is a strange and tragic story that I still can’t believe at times. — Her name was Felicity, she was the prettiest woman you could ever imagine. Her hair was red like autumn; her face full of beautiful freckles that made her skin a starry night, and she always wore a smile, that made the little dimples on her face dig deep on her…

It’s been more than a year and I’m still not over it — This is gonna be an open letter to myself, but maybe someone out there feels the same. I would like to reassure you we are not alone. It’s been more than a year, and you still appear in my dreams, or nightmares, I must say. It’s been more than a…