When we was fab

Even after living for just a year and a half in a given city, certain places begin to accumulate memories. Good or bad, the memories are like barnacles – which is to say that they endure, remaining prominent in your mind until new ones calcify on top. “Now, the Moskvoretsky Bridge…” I said to my brother-in-lawContinue reading “When we was fab”

Too tired to attempt a clever blog post, so here’s a pregnant photo

I have never been this tired before *in my life*. I imagine that after The Globe is born and we’re back home from the hospital, I will be *even more* tired. The mind boggles. How do people survive? How has the human race been propagating itself all of this time? Oddly enough, the only thingContinue reading “Too tired to attempt a clever blog post, so here’s a pregnant photo”

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”