Can I Be My Son When I Grow Up?
When I used to read parents’ praise to their babies — usually around the time of the kid’s birthday, usually on social media — all those “you are the best thing that ever happened to me” and “I am learning…
Read moreI write stories about food, travel, and things that matter like sustainability and my mild obsession with Hollywood actors. Home is Russia, but I currently live in Germany and eat rye bread with butter every day.
Read moreWhen I used to read parents’ praise to their babies — usually around the time of the kid’s birthday, usually on social media — all those “you are the best thing that ever happened to me” and “I am learning…
Read moreIf there’s one thing I can make with my eyes closed, it’s Russian crepes, a.k.a. blini. And I can make them as long as there are just two ingredients in my kitchen: flour and eggs. Well, that and water running…
Read moreIf you write at all, you know that as a writer you don’t always have control of the story. You could, but what’s the fun in that? You have to let go from time to time and let the story…
Read moreI’ve been contemplating on a subject for October post for a few weeks now. There are plenty of things I want to talk about — motherhood is one topic that is impossible to exhaust. I want to write about judging…
Read moreOladushki, also known as oladyi, aladyi, and oladki are small and plump kefir-based pancakes that every Russian babushka makes early morning when her grandkids are over. The other day I was reading my 10-month-old son a book by a modern…
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