One of the great things about spending holidays with my sister-in-law is hearing The Russian's childhood stories from another vantage point. His sister has a steely memory and is not tentative about interrupting my husband mid-tale to set the record straight...
The Russian and I are comparing notes on how we spent our after-school time as kids. In my case, it was ballet classes and field hockey practice. You will not be surprised to learn it was a different routine for the Russian, perhaps involving bullets and bombs...
The Russian is convinced the Motherland has imposed trade sanctions on the United States. Or at least on him personally...
In which the Russian falls prey to an April Fool's Day prank perpetrated by the Golden-Lipped Oracle...
The time the Russian imported pickled cow skins with the help of Ivan and his other friend, Ivan...
If you have a member of the Russian Orthodox church in your life, you are aware it is the first week of Great Lent. And the Great Lent being Russian, it is — predictably — hardcore. The Russian sails through the door this evening laden with Whole Food bags and an intricate map of what
In which a pair of Russian baby goats come to an unfortunate end...
The Russian returned today from a boys’ weekend at our Catskills place. In between skiing and drinking -- shocker -- they took off their clothes and jumped in the snow. This is becoming a thing...
It's been a while, hasn't it? A year and a half, actually, but who's counting. How funny that I closed my last post with the words, "Next stop, Sochi." And now here it is, February 2014, and we're in the midst of the Sochi Winter Olympics...
We are back from our Olympic adventure and it was amazing. Wondering which country the Russian rooted for?
