Everybody Hates Me, Including my Blog

I was supposed to do a "Matryoshka Monday" post but then my blog acted up, followed shortly thereafter by the voices in my head. Which merited me dropping the F-bomb for the first time in a post, ever. Because I am classy and also, a really great blogger of words. Words that are profane, and

Cooking with the Russian

The Russian is a great cook. I'm often greeted with wonderful smells when I arrive home from work at night: chicken baking in in the oven, cucumber and dill being chopped for a salad, a splash of fragrant sunflower oil. He knows better than to ply me with anything herring-related, or cold soups involving

My Mother’s Voice

I can't stop writing about my mother. She's really been in my head these past few days. I want to thank everyone for the kind response to yesterday's post -- it means a lot. If you'll indulge me once more, I wanted to share some of Mom's writing with you. This one feels exactly right

Here’s To Mothers Who Write

This is an appreciation for my mother the writer. For the ability she passed down to me. She forgave me when I abruptly ditched writing in college to study art history; little did she know the blogosphere would bring me full circle. This is also an appreciation of the women bloggers I've met over the