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gray weekend

Friday night, dragging home late from the office I felt sick. Headache, exhausted, hoarse throat, and totally discouraged after my 3-month development talk with my boss. A nagging voice at the back of my head all day – am I … Continue reading

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Stress, Work, and Coming Alive: a Weekday Post

Reading a book on the metro after a day staring into a screen, cutting pictures with mouse-clicks, carving stories out with a keyboard like a plastic knife on granite and wringing information out of disgruntled cameraman. I’ve got work on … Continue reading

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Neighborhood Church

I love the Russian Orthodox church in our neighborhood. The calm and quiet. The smell of incense and beeswax candles burning and people crossing themselves and bending and bowing up and down like oil pumps – It’s all inviting you … Continue reading

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“Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith” by Anne Lamott

It’s an autobiography about a stringy-haired, former bulimic, funny, gentle, honest and awkward writer from California. I love the writing and the honesty and how it makes me laugh in the metro. Anne Lamott is one of my favorite writers. … Continue reading

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Christmas

Christmas in Moscow is weird. For the most part there are no carols or family around the holiday table, no Santa Claus, Christmas stockings, presents or holiday photo cards. There are no candy canes or gingerbread cookies, or morning brunches … Continue reading

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Evergreen Tradition

Late November sunshine and piles of snow. The air smells like Christmas trees. Car doors open with yells and jokes and laughter. Friends with personality flavors as diverse as the balsam, douglas fir and spruce variety blends on the tree … Continue reading

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Minnesota

Racks of hangar-ed clearance clothing, aisles of discount shoes, white-lit dressing rooms, giant black-paved parking lots, shelves of vintage plates and back-seats piled with plastic bags. My purse is full of paper – receipts, driving directions, coupons, telephone numbers. It’s … Continue reading

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