A few months ago, I had, as the title of this little essay implies, a very Special Evening. I sat next to a young, seemingly sane, New York intellectual at a dinner table. For about an hour and a half, I listened to him as he talked about the fact that “‘Ukrainian women are basicallyContinue reading “My Special Evening”
Category Archives: Stories
Boy With Berries, Girl With Gun
Who was the enemy? What past wrong was she seeking to avenge? Where was her battlefield? Not in any one place. It was in the air all around, it was in the texture of the world itself; or it was somewhere visible, it was in among the neurons, the tiny incandescent fires of the brainContinue reading “Boy With Berries, Girl With Gun”
Greatest Hits: The American Edition
Live-blogging from Ukraine! Because I am having a Charlie moment! And because life is too short, especially life in the States – you can never quite get enough of it. In case you’re wondering, the hits are in no particular order. Trip to New Orleans our junior year. Our greatest achievement was getting into aContinue reading “Greatest Hits: The American Edition”
Anatomy of a Lonely Shopping Trip
Wake up with slight hangover and curious empty feeling. Ascribe empty feeling to empty stomach. Fill stomach with chocolate milk. Wait. Empty feeling does not subside. Slap hand to forehead. Why, you have things to buy! Make list. List, for some reason, includes the following cryptic line (sandwiched between present for Boyfriend and present forContinue reading “Anatomy of a Lonely Shopping Trip”
I imagined a pterodactyl (pterosaur)
There is a ghost yacht floating off the coast of Australia; floating with one of its sails badly shredded. The table is set for dinner. The life-jackets are stowed away. The crew is missing. Why isn’t the BBC asking the tough questions? What if they were snatched off the boat by hungry, flying reptiles? OrContinue reading “I imagined a pterodactyl (pterosaur)”
Natalia A. 