The first few hours in Russia are always unbearable, brutal. I’m accosted by the smells of male sweat masked by deodorant, smoked meats, and the sweet-acidity of the metro that hits you as soon as you enter the station and descend 60…
The Yellow Mountain
“The Lonely Mountain! Bilbo had come far and through many adventures to see it, and now he did not like the look of it in the least.”
Living in China is dangerous
.. isn’t it?
Cherry-Apple Crisp
Making a dessert for a potluck should be considered cheating. My kitchen scale sighs under the weight of the brown sugar, the gluten-free flour, and the butter. It heaves as I upturn 1/4 of a cup of rolled oats into the bowl, kneading…
The thing that always happens to writers
When I don’t write for long stretches of time, it’s not because I have nothing to say, but because I find that I don’t have the words to fully express what it is that I have to say. I’ve started and stopped entries…
An apartment, a boyfriend, and a dog
There are times where I am afraid to fall into the rabbit hole of my own picket fence nightmare.