Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? Here’s what she said to me… I had a friend, a slightly older chap, who had a young daughter – and would complain incessantly about how much OLDER he felt now that she was born. Besides the sheer weight of responsibility – very small children are soContinue reading “‘Till the fat lady sings”
Category Archives: Russia
Things that I can’t write about right now
I didn’t notice how I started crying. I had been cutting down a story about deaths in a Russian orphanage specifically designed for the children of female inmates – children born in captivity, like tiger cubs in a zoo (though tiger cubs generally get better treatment). Space on the page was limited, 300 words orContinue reading “Things that I can’t write about right now”
Baby lion is growing up
My parents are in town, so we ended up watching a bunch of our hospital videos that Alexey shot, and I was struck by this little creature, maybe half an hour old, at most, being encouraged by Anna the midwife to feed. “Come on, we need to get those reflexes going!” Anna keeps saying. “ComeContinue reading “Baby lion is growing up”
Did someone say “baby picture”?
He looks like daddy, but has my hair colour. Not that you can tell from this picture, since most of the hair that exists on his head is currently in the back. Also, the so-called auto-focus is a sick joke, haha.
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”
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