Lyudmilla Petrovna was an old friend of my grandmother’s, and a person who knew entirely too much about me. She knew the sources of all of my scars, for one thing. Whenever she called, she would say, “this is Lyudmilla Petrovna calling,” and I would say, “come on, but I always recognize your voice. We’veContinue reading “Lyudmilla Petrovna”
Category Archives: Friends & Neighbours
I cannot get out, said the starling
Am off on one of my bizarre road-trips tomorrow. Already, I am wrung out , and I have at least 5 days of other people’s booze and sight-seeing and work and terror ahead of me. Going to see Krakow for the first time. Well, technically it won’t be the first, but my childhood memories ofContinue reading “I cannot get out, said the starling”
Damn, Africa. What happened?
The title of this post is inspired by Lindsay Lohan’s latest fucking debacle brilliant PR move. One that I can freely laugh at. Crotch-shots of a drunk girl are always creepy, but this bullshit? Girl, you done brought it on yourself. Some time ago, someone I consider a good friend told me that he’s gladContinue reading “Damn, Africa. What happened?”
Humility. Let me show you it.
Why is it that my friends are always right about everything? Why?
Monday music: handfuls of goodbye
До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова, Не грусти и не печаль бровей, — В этой жизни умирать не ново, Но и жить, конечно, не новей. – Сергей Есенин Khaled, this is for you, for obvious reasons. Also, real life has walloped me over the head since I got back from Moscow, but IContinue reading “Monday music: handfuls of goodbye”
Natalia A. 