“Mommy, you’re a hippo.” “I’m a what?! Why?!” “You’re a mommy hippo. Because I want to be a baby hippo.” “Oh.” “I’m a baby hippo, but I’m also Denzel.” “So like a baby hippo whose name is Denzel?” “No, sometimes I’m a baby hippo, other times I’m Denzel.” “OK.” “Mommy, you’re also a baby strawberry.”Continue reading ““Do Marines like cake?” “Does God have a butt?” Conversations with a five-year-old”
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A decade without
When starting a letter to the other side, I first want to point out that things are mostly fine I mean, sure, there’s a war on, thousands have died But I grew some nice boobs while you were away, Sir Robin (ha ha). The economy you always lamented Is somehow even deader Than you couldContinue reading “A decade without”
Goodbye Paul Newman, Goodbye Blue Eyes
While I was busy hopping planes and reading Orthodox prayers at dangerous altitudes, Paul Newman passed away. He was a sex symbol way before I was even born, leading most of my friends to diagnose my crush on him as a symptom of raging insecurities. In some ways, I suppose my friends were correct. ButContinue reading “Goodbye Paul Newman, Goodbye Blue Eyes”
And has it really been three years, Yaroslava?
“…dead has a smile like the nicest man you’ve never met who maybe winks at you in a streetcar and you pretend you don’t but really you do see and you are My how glad he winked and hope he’ll do it again.” – e.e. cummings.”
On the death of Solzhenitsyn
I started writing an obituary, but realized that I couldn’t discuss this death without mentioning the recent passings of Pugovkin and Mordyukova. So here is the somewhat-more-complicated-than-intended Solzhenitsyn obituary.