The wheels are turning and the spider webs are ripping apart.

After several months of being under the radar, I am back. My friends tell me that writing a blog post after a two-month gap is treacherous feat, but the tablet is calling me.

So here I go.

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I continue to dance to the music of usual American life. I work forty hours a week, go home, eat a ( Read more... )

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Lately I have been dabbling in an area I never thought I would dabble in again.

Spanish.

I took Spanish classes for years upon years but seldom had a chance to practice speaking. And so I thought language learning for me was ( Read more... )

Late last week, I dreamed that I was, falling, falling through the sky ( Read more... )

Exactly one year ago, my life was changed ( Read more... )

Almost exactly one year ago, on a Russian morning so dark the day was enthroned by
darkness, I was dropped off on the doorstep of a woman whom I had only seen in
pictures. Short and a bit plump with a cloud of curled blond hair around her head,
this woman was to be my hozaika, or host mother during my semester in Russia.

Little did I know what I ( Read more... )

The mini bus rumbled down the road as I looked out the window in amazement. Oh how joy filled my soul as I watched fields go by. I was in Russia again!!

For some peculiar reason, the bus was filled with a group of American tourists, yet none of them had enough Russian language skills to communicate their plans with the bus driver who didn’t speak ( Read more... )

 Once upon a time there was a young American student who went on an adventure to Russia. Then she returned to the United States where she lived out her last semester before graduation ( Read more... )

 For some reason, as I woke up this morning memories of my Russia trip rained down within my mind. Suddenly it was like I was there again amidst the people I had met, the situations I came across. The strange thing is, not all these memories were pleasant. Instead of lauding Russia with praise as I had done the last six months after my return to ( Read more... )

 This morning I found myself in a pleasantly peculiar situation.

I had applied for a job with a department at my former university and decided to visit the office to ask questions about the position. Almost as soon as I had sat down, the gentleman who came to meet with me asked me in Russian if I spoke Russian. Most likely, he had read my resume ( Read more... )

 My head throbs with fatigue, but my evening project was accomplished. After planning and writing, fretting and tugging, I have produced a Russian blog yet again. Sad to say, this little piece below took over two hours to complete. But I will get better . . . I know I will ( Read more... )