The thing about our landlady is that she’s one of those old school people who never evolved past the Soviet Union – and thinks she’s the shit because her husband (who, to be fair, is a nice old man) is a retired army colonel. And because they have a dacha. Or something like that. SheContinue reading “BREAKING: Crappy landlady continues being crappy”
Category Archives: Personal Essays
The Globe and I
“It’s not a fucking walk in the park.” – Madonna, on pregnancy and childbirth. Well, except on those rare occasions when it is: This summer in Moscow is nothing like last summer in Moscow. For one thing, I don’t wear heels (I don’t even know where all of my high-heeled shoes went, at this pointContinue reading “The Globe and I”
Money and the (pregnant) ladies: song and dance
I fell for you jiving and I too you in Now all you’ve got to offer me is a drink of gin Why don’t you do right? Like some other men do Get out of here and get me some money, too Unlikes some other women I know, I have no problem admitting that IContinue reading “Money and the (pregnant) ladies: song and dance”
Lady troubles. And a pretty Moscow spring.
The Globe and I were in the hospital for a few days – due to him possibly deciding to come out early. I’m back home now, writing, with a bunch of drug prescriptions, some of them quite fun. Inside of me, The Globe is busy imitating a starfish. May has finally become kinder in Moscow,Continue reading “Lady troubles. And a pretty Moscow spring.”
On chronic pain: love your body, or it will smack you down
Thank you for your donations that are helping see me through what’s been a really difficult time and are helping me buy more time as the result. Although I’ve managed to carve out a fairly decent life for myself in Moscow, medical bills have been an absolute nightmare – even though I have managed themContinue reading “On chronic pain: love your body, or it will smack you down”
Natalia A. 