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A Bullfight in Madrid: Pageant or Macabre?

2026-05-12T14:50:50-07:00

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Margaret Wagner

20th Annual Solas Awards Gold Winner in the Travel & Sports category

The bull fell to his front knees, then struggled and stood up, shaking his head. I exhaled a soft “oh no.” The animal panted, quivering the banderillas, the two-and-a-half-foot red and white sticks tipped with two-inch barbed hooks which had been stabbed into his back. Wet bands glistened from the top of his spine down hefty flanks, blood darkening mahogany hair. I groaned; my stomach flip-flopped. When I was in a tween in the 1970s, my family visited Spain. We saw flamenco dances in the evening, and no bullfights. Now, in 2025, I was attending one in Madrid, Spain as part of my mission to retrace the seven-month European trip that my mother had taken in 1951. Read full story
A Bullfight in Madrid: Pageant or Macabre?2026-05-12T14:50:50-07:00

A Shared Indian Cake Is Never Forgotten

2017-04-24T02:32:18-07:00
By Margaret Wagner

 

On the morning of my sixth birthday, before I stepped off the airplane in Mumbai, India, then known as Bombay, my mother gave me a present, a Tammy doll. Tammy, more wholesome and sweet than a Barbie doll, had blonde hair, a comb and several outfits. Even more exciting was the carrying

A Shared Indian Cake Is Never Forgotten2017-04-24T02:32:18-07:00

Grandma Steps In

2017-04-24T02:32:20-07:00

By Margaret Wagner

Grandma taught me to step up by stepping in.

I sat on a stone bench outside the ruins of Ephesus, Turkey with my 85-year old Grandma. She was a petite woman of 5’4,” hair barely peppered with silver and delicate hands that somehow retained a refined air despite decades of kneading pie dough,

Grandma Steps In2017-04-24T02:32:20-07:00