Donna Miscolta

We're so excited to celebrate the release today of Lisa Borders' LAST NIGHT AT THE DISCO, a "deliciously deranged cri de coeur." Happy #bookbirthday, Lisa! regal-housepublishing.mybigcommerce.com/last-night-a...

The government is in full shutdown and the Republicans are refusing to call the House back into session.

Want to know why?

Because we have secured the final vote on releasing the Epstein Files and they don’t want it out.

Call GOP and tell them to swear in @adelitaforcongress.bsky.social.

Life in Málaga—with jaunts to Brussels, Paris, Nantes September brought another opportunity for travel, starting with Brussels, where in addition to ogling the sites such as the Grand-Place above, I attended the European Writers Salon yearly conference. ...

In September I spent a third of my life in Málaga outside of Málaga. donnamiscolta.com/2025/09/28/l...

Bookshelfie Review, Residents of the Deep

Residents of the Deep is a gripping yet at times unsettling collection of short fiction that moves fluidly between myth and history. It is in short a collection of surreal short stories, anchored in the history of the Philippines yet unafraid to dip into…

An Excerpt from Lisa Borders’s New Novel, Last Night at the Disco - - -In 1977, a New Jersey junior high school teacher who spends her weekends at Studio 54 discovers two musicians who become among the most influ...

LAST NIGHT AT THE DISCO drops three weeks from today, and I’m thrilled to share this excerpt via the good folks at @mcsweeneys.net.

www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/an-...

Life in Málaga—A retreat, France, racism. Oh, and Feria. August in Málaga means Feria, when women don traditional Flamenco dresses and accessorize with flowers, fans, and shawls, when countless bottles of the sweet Cartojal wine are poured, and song and dan...

A hot and busy August that began with sheep and ended with Flamenco dresses. donnamiscolta.com/2025/08/26/l...

Life in Málaga—A Book, a Movie, a Friend, a Retreat It’s the end of July and I’m posting this from northern Spain in the foothills of the Pyrenees, where the weather is cool and rainy—a nice change from the high temperatures in Málaga, where I spent af...

I end the month at a writing retreat in the Spanish Pyrenees. donnamiscolta.com/2025/07/30/l...

So this made my day.

Three more since that one, one in a trap, one that I sprayed with a mixture of dishwasher soap and water, and one that got away. Using lemon juice, lavender, and mint as deterents.

Not just excess, it’s a system built to keep people hungry so the rich can keep feasting. But the masses are waking up.

Powerful video…

Thank you! Yeah, that book is really testing my Spanish though.

Life in Málaga—Birthday, Book Fair, and Pub Date Birthday I turned seventy-two this month. It’s weird being an age that seemed light-years away when I was thirty, forty, even fifty. But here I am. Seventy-two years can seem like a long time. It can ...

A little about turning 72 in Marbella, a story about assassinated Barbies, and a publication date for my forthcoming book. donnamiscolta.com/2025/06/26/l...

The writing is very good. Sharp, funny. Insightful. Apparently, the book was a bestseller when it came out in 1989, the year my second child was born and only news related to diapers and toddler tantrums entered my brain.

Cover of a book called A Woman's Guide to Adultery, green lettering on a white background with the image of a hand encircling a small figure that could be Eros. The book is on a pink lace bedspread.

From a friend who was downsizing her personal library.

Life in Málaga—Comings and Goings People come, people go. So goes the line in the movie Grand Hotel. And so goes our lives. In Seattle, where I lived most of my adult years, I established friendships, some close, some casual. I saw so...

Hellos and goodbyes and the sparks they leave in me. donnamiscolta.com/2025/05/28/l...

I sustained a hand injury while killing a second cockroach last night. There better not be a third cockroach because I'm lousy at wielding a mop with my left hand.

The crazy thing, aside from a country-wide blackout, was that I had forgotten that I was carrying a flashlight in my bag. I really can't risk being so dumb again. I was lucky the fall wasn't worse.

Thank you, Jane!

Thanks, I think it'll be just a matter of days before I'm back to normal. 😍

Life in Málaga—Mostly about books The Non-Book Stuff The big event in April was Semana Santa but having witnessed the spectacle up close the two previous years, I was happy to give it and the crowds a pass this time. The only processi...

Yesterday during the blackout in Spain as I was walking down a dark stairway thinking how easily one might fall, I, of course, fell, bruising my feet and my head. Now I’m limping, but we’ve got power and back, and I finished this month’s blog which is about books. donnamiscolta.com/2025/04/29/l...

Yes, very much!

Two books, one is Carta de una desconocida, Stefan Zweig's novel in Spanish and the other is Abyss by Pilar Quintana, translated from Spanish to English.

Reading these two. Weirdly reading the Spanish rather than the English translation of Zweig and reading the English translation from the Spanish of Quintana's novel.

I love San Sebastian! Also, Bilbao, but for different reasons. Enjoy!

I have always been a Miscolta for various reasons, but also for this one: Do I look like a Cameron??!!

Thank you!

Likewise, Ali!

Living and Learning in Málaga—A New Apartment This month marked two wildly contented years in Málaga. The anniversary passed with barely a nod of observance because we were in the last phases of moving to a new apartment. Though our possessions a...

We begin our third year in Málaga in a new apartment decorated French-style by its Spanish owners who have resided in France for decades. donnamiscolta.com/2025/03/30/l...

Apartment terrace with French bistro table and chair, a bloomless geranium on the table, and other plants in the background. The sky is blue. The building is in the Soho neighborhood of Malaga, Spain.

Finished the move to the new apartment, bringing the last of the plants. Still in Malaga Centro but on a smaller, quieter street.

The Alcazaba!

In 2005, I was rejected by an MFA program in which two of my friends were in their second year. My fourth book of fiction will be published next year and they have no books published. I know there are many variables involved in such things, but still. I so wanted to be in that program.