I was going to come home and write an epic, gif-laden post about Euromaidan. Instead I got here, took a look at the New Year’s decorations glittering across the dark distances in this strangely warm winter, and suddenly remembered that I’m a human being. So I took the time to eat actual meals, deep-condition myContinue reading “Kiev without the politics”
…Is how I’m going to sum up the last four years or so. It was funny and scary and cool. I became a playwright, and a mother, and I did a lot of journalism of the sort I’d always wanted to do, and I also did a lot of management that tested me in surprisingContinue reading “That was a crazy game of poker”
My blood pressure fell suddenly, like it sometimes does these days. I came alive maybe half an hour later after Sasha took this picture, when medicine was found. The baby started moving just two days before. It woke me up on the train. It’s too early for me to actually feel kicks, but I feelContinue reading “The New Year in Kiev, by Sasha Andrusyk”
So I had a reading at the Lyubimovka festival in Moscow this past Friday. It was part of a special project called “PGT” – which refers to a denomination dreamed up in Soviet times for small towns that are bigger than villages, but aren’t quite towns in the strictest sense of the word. Both ofContinue reading “Lyubimvoka & Gogolfest: plays in Moscow & in Kiev”
Absolutely nothing. Not even a pretty damn successful reading of your second play is more beautiful than Kiev in May.