Growing older becomes repetitive. It would be great to break up the monotony of cells drying out like graying laundry on the line. But nature is its own government, recycling soldiers into pulp. Inviolate, the only thing less compromising being the phantom limb of conscience (oh God, don’t get me started on how that thingContinue reading “The lieutenant in you”
Category Archives: Personal Essays
Kiev without the politics
I was going to come home and write an epic, gif-laden post about Euromaidan. Instead I got here, took a look at the New Year’s decorations glittering across the dark distances in this strangely warm winter, and suddenly remembered that I’m a human being. So I took the time to eat actual meals, deep-condition myContinue reading “Kiev without the politics”
Peloponnese
My first introduction to Greece happened when I was very young, and reading a rather liberal translation (more like an interpretation) of some Ancient Greek myths. It featured stuff like, “Hera was not classically beautiful, but anyone who had ever tasted the pleasures that fill the curves of a woman’s body appreciated her.” I believedContinue reading “Peloponnese”
Round here
It’s not a vacation until you meet two gay German tourists on a pier on a wild beach, and these tourists will warn you off swimming on account of a solitary pink jellyfish. But then you’ll go swimming anyway, because it doesn’t feel like September and there are so many minutes left in the morning.Continue reading “Round here”
That was a crazy game of poker
…Is how I’m going to sum up the last four years or so. It was funny and scary and cool. I became a playwright, and a mother, and I did a lot of journalism of the sort I’d always wanted to do, and I also did a lot of management that tested me in surprisingContinue reading “That was a crazy game of poker”
Natalia A. 