Today, Yaroslava would have been 31

Since I am in Kiev (yay!), I got to participate in the rituals: the graveside wine drinking and remembrance, and the wine drinking and remembrance at her family’s home. Yaroslava was as pretty as the month of her birth; she was flowery and clean like the rain. My mother told Yaroslava’s mother that she hadContinue reading “Today, Yaroslava would have been 31”

Monday Music: the no, no, NO edition

I will never again underestimate the importance of being able to walk down the street without feeling like a hunted animal. I thought about it a lot before I came to Britain – on my trips to Ukraine especially – but it’s having been able to travel extensively by myself, go to Scotland, pop downContinue reading “Monday Music: the no, no, NO edition”

Mad is as mad does

This discussion about madness & the Icarus Project on Feministe ended up getting shut down because people ended up talking past each other and there was a lot of anger and feelings ended up hurt. With all due respect – as I said over there before the comments were closed – how the hell doContinue reading “Mad is as mad does”

Tweedledee, Tweedledum and Faerie Lands

For eight long years, D and I have been internet friends. We traded witticisms (well, witticisms in his case, anyway) as we chatted about Tolkien, Metallica, life, death and the importance of good beer. We kept in touch when I went to college, when he got his Master’s, when I moved to the Middle EastContinue reading “Tweedledee, Tweedledum and Faerie Lands”