I should be writing a new script. So that I don’t fall behind on my student loans (on can dream, anyway), and so the husband and I can stay fed this summer (the baby, presumably, will have the breast – just like in the “Lady Madonna” song). This naturally means that I am busy participatingContinue reading “Per the Wills and Kate debate: yes, losing your anonymity can, in fact, suck”
Category Archives: Personal Essays
Easter Sunday in Novogireyevo
It’s the sort of day when church bells ring non-stop and people bring their digital SLR cameras and fancily dressed Chihuahuas named Caesar out to various Moscow parks, making me bemoan the fact that our own digital SLR camera is currently in a village outside Voronezh, accompanying my husband on a filming excursion. He canContinue reading “Easter Sunday in Novogireyevo”
Fear and loathing on the red line
I love the Moscow metro and have written many a paean to it. It’s the perfect place to people-watch, deep in the belly of the city (or on its shallow ends, on the way towards the suburbs), among the marble. The metro goes on and on – it’s the pale, long arms of Moscow, stretchingContinue reading “Fear and loathing on the red line”
Happy wedding picture/ignoring the world sort of post
I realize I should be writing profound posts about the situation in Egypt, or else writing profound posts about all of the crap random “observers” have said to me since Anna was killed at Domodedovo, or protesting some other form of injustice or stupidity, but I just honestly want to ignore the world for now.Continue reading “Happy wedding picture/ignoring the world sort of post”
Life, death and pomegranate therapy
If times are not good, it may be a good time to eat a pomegranate. Not only is that thing rich in iron, when in the process of devouring it, you may begin to understand why it’s symbolic of spring. I don’t believe that there is a “proper” way to eat a pomegranate – justContinue reading “Life, death and pomegranate therapy”
Natalia A. 