No special reflection this time. Just a poem from the archives, as the work, the worries and the projects have got a bit overwhelming. I always try to do too much. Bog So long I dragged my body over gravel and ice chips, coals and shifting drifts of dust. So often you crouched to lift me as my … Read more…
Sometimes, in the writer’s life, you’re high-flying — held up by winds of inspiration, discipline, and small victories along the way. Other times, you find yourself fallen in a ditch somewhere with no idea what just happened. How it happens doesn’t really matter. How you move forward — that’s what counts. But how can you pick yourself … Read more…
Forget “Winter is Coming.” In Novosibirsk, it’s here. The golden leaves that made this past month so gorgeous have peaked and fallen, and street cleaners have already raked them up into sacks and hauled them away. On Wednesday we had our first snow. Granted, it’s not a real Siberian winter yet — we still have … Read more…