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— Have you ever seen a perfect human being?— No.— Birth a baby, and you’ll see one.My mom and I In the past year I’ve had an on-again-off-again relationship with my blog and social media. I took more breaks in…
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On July 4th, season 3 of Stranger Things hit Netflix and immediately smashed its ratings records with over 40 million households streaming the show. If we assume there are two people in every household (which I guess is way below…
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“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” Margaret Mead Let me tell you one thing about travel: it disrupts your routine. Here you are…
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A few months ago I decided to create a Russian version of this blog. I am Russian after all, so why don’t I write in my native tongue? After setting everything up, the IT guy told me that my articles…
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My blog’s name works on so many levels I want to jump around in joy! That’s What She Had in 2018 — a round-up of my favorite meals of the year — is yet to come. I am also thinking…
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My blog’s birthday is impossible to forget because it coincides with Thanksgiving. My very first blog post — one of the few I didn’t correct through the years to be able to look back and gasp in disbelief at my…
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I am no novice to packing up my whole life and leaving the comfortable and familiar only to create a home in a land I’ve never visited before. My first move was to Sri Lanka. I lived there for a year…
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I can’t be the only person who finds food, travel, art and books to be the perfect combination for a gift and, frankly, life in general. Four of the above are essentials of my happy existence and the removal of…
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Being an expat in Sri Lanka, I often get questions from locals about my background and how I like the country. I love to reply with “And you?” “Where are you from? “From Russia, and you?” “Do you like it…
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On the day after my 30th birthday I sat in front of my computer for two hours, staring at the blank page, forcing myself to write something, anything about turning thirty. For some reason, I was sure that once I turn…
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