Renfro, Ledger, It’s Been Nice

I was in the middle of writing Heath Ledger’s obit when I realized that Brad Renfro died last week. Somehow, I had missed the news of Renfro’s death. Two of my teenage crushes gone in one fell swoop. Bizarrely, I had their pictures tacked up side-by-side on my closet door at one point. My bedroomContinue reading “Renfro, Ledger, It’s Been Nice”

“Two thousand miles is very far through the snow”

I used to listen to this song while still in bed on winter vacation mornings, on my blue flannel sheets with the snowflakes and snowmen. I used to listen to this song in the car, usually idling, waiting for someone in someone’s driveway, usually with a cup of coffee making splotches on my jeans becauseContinue reading ““Two thousand miles is very far through the snow””

My City the year before I was born

… With a whole lot less billboards and cars. Still the same City though. The home of Bulgakov like he would never see it – except that something about his descriptions of it is still tattooed on every stone, old and new. “Як тебе не любити, Києве мій?” The seeming benevolence of the City asContinue reading “My City the year before I was born”