Emma Oliva
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The Question That Ended My Marriage
Our marriage was perfunctory at best. No passion. Rare sex. But I’m an optimist. And we were naive. We believed that we could overcome the obligatory and distant nature of our relationship and grow a healthy family from our shared background and common goals.
By Emma Olivaabout a year ago in Families
Dear Guy Who Just Made My Burrito
Dear guy who just made my burrito: Have you ever been to Earth? On Earth, we use the word “burrito” to describe a tortilla filled with things you eat. Pretty simple stuff, and I’m surprised you at least got that part right. My burrito was, in fact, filled with food. In this, you and I agree and are friends. But this is also where my lifelong hatred begins for you and anyone else whose brain has been repeatedly scrubbed with the same mixture of bleach and Pop Rocks as yours has. Because that should have killed you, but left you around long enough to do what you did to me today. Let me explain:
By Emma Olivaabout a year ago in History
Cheers to Youth, Cheers to Life
If there is one thing that I want to be in life, it is to be a kid forever. I want to be naive and simple. I want to jump when I am most excited and freely cry when things don’t go my way. I wouldn’t be as judged as I am now, for I am just a kid—a rookie in this mean, mean world.
By Emma Olivaabout a year ago in Marriage
