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Ice, Ice Baby

The streets are slick with black ice. A huge chunk of frozen snow hangs precariously above our side door. Yesterday, in Saint Petersburg, a six-year-old was killed by a falling icicle. All I can think of is that thin, wet, … Continue reading

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HOUSEWIFERY

I’ve spent the last few weeks channeling January Jones. Like the blonde bombshell on Mad Men, I donned attractive frocks, carefully placed the crudités on the coffee table and, drink in hand, presided over receptions for my husband’s colleagues and … Continue reading

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And So It Begins Again

Coal colored mornings and pitch-dark afternoons. A midday light that hits low across the barren field out front. Behind, the skyscrapers and towering grey buildings shield a glazed over sun that slinks across the sky, wondering if he should bother to … Continue reading

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All About Me

My days begin with pitch-dark, five am wakeups from bright-eyed little people. Stumbling downstairs, I find our living room littered with crayons and Mr. Potato Head parts, headless Barbies, and wooden train tracks. The little people and Mr. G require … Continue reading

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Master & Margarita

Bulgokov’s famous novel Master & Margarita has thrilled me since we moved to Moscow. A scene in the novel was inspired by his visit to the US ambassador’s residence in Moscow, the historic Spaso House. Last week, the ambassador threw a … Continue reading

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I always thought I’d be Important. . .

  I always thought I’d be important. Not famous, necessarily, but that I would do something really meaningful in my career or for my community. I’m sure this is the product of my upbringing. Raised in a relatively stable and … Continue reading

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