Ok, yes, it's cliché to write about what you are thankful for on Thanksgiving. Several-years-ago-me would have rolled my eyes at the thought, just as I rolled my eyes at all things holiday related because of the commercialism and forced nature of it. I still despise the commercial side and don't decorate or celebrate in … Continue reading Sanctuary 2.0: Gratitude
As we lower onto the December-cold pleather seats of the minivan, we knock hands: both of us reaching to turn on the other's seat warmer first.
Once upon a time, I lived in a land far, far away. A land of fairy tales populated by peasants and kings, bears and wolves, composers and poets. A land filled with beautiful things: lacquer boxes with miniature paintings, Orenburg shawls, intricate samovars, khokhloma kitchenware, matryoshkas, faberge eggs, and gzhel. In this magical land, I had a … Continue reading Sanctuary 2.0: Princess to Pioneer
We feel around making sense of the terrain, our own new limbs, bumping up against a herd of bodies until one becomes home.
Tout ce que l'on aime devient fiction. (Everything we love becomes fiction.)