“And she always knows her place”

Once upon a time, I was grocery shopping at one a.m., because I rock like that. And because, well, there were actually a couple of 24-hour grocery shops near to where I live (this is all part of a great cycle of enabling – “why buy orange juice and bread after I’m done with work,Continue reading ““And she always knows her place””

Tuesday music: hand of God got me by the collar

I’m at a moment in my life right now, where it feels like anything at all is possible. I’m scared – and excited. I can’t decide whether I’m more excited than scared, or scared than excited. It’s like I’m having an internal monologue based on Owen Wilson’s lines in that little-known art-house flick, “Armageddon.” ChanContinue reading “Tuesday music: hand of God got me by the collar”

Russian adoption debacle: I don’t believe that Torry Ann Hansen acted out of desperation

Much like Tracy Clark-Flory, I was struck by the tragedy of the case of Artyom Savelyev, a 7-year-old adoptee who was put alone on a plane back to Russia. He had been adopted by Tennessee resident Torry Ann Hansen, who, in the note she left with the boy, claimed that officials at a Russian orphanageContinue reading “Russian adoption debacle: I don’t believe that Torry Ann Hansen acted out of desperation”

Not “just sex.” Just life.

There is green grass growing outside my window in Kiev. There are new puppies in the street. This isn’t exactly an spring-themed post, but this is nagging me, therefore… A couple of people forwarded this post to me in the last few days, and I’ve been mulling it over. As I understand it, the gistContinue reading “Not “just sex.” Just life.”