I stride toward the stone with purpose. I have not been here in a while--fifteen months, to be exact--but now I'm on a mission. My husband and I both admire the stone--a simple monument that would have been met with approval by both parties. We wipe away some lawn clippings, then he leaves and I... Continue Reading →
On the Edge
I have been running through this wooded area for years. Ten years to be precise. It’s dark and frightening and the pain I feel is relentless. Yet I run. There is no one in front of me, no one behind me, no one beside me. No one. So I continue to run alone. Occasionally there... Continue Reading →
Me, Myself, and Matryoshka
When we visited Russia several years ago, we bought an amazing set of matryoshka dolls. You know the ones, right? They’re the nesting dolls that are as representative of Russia as St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow, Red Square, and alleged election interference. You can buy them in any souvenir shop in Russia, not to mention... Continue Reading →