I worry that I take things too seriously. I am afraid I am losing my sense of humor. It is getting harder for me to take a joke.This has nothing to do with Russia; I noticed it some time ago. It began with fraping. Not only do I find the name itself almost obscene, but … Continue reading And Geogie’s always on my my my my my my my my my mind →

Food is such a pivotal aspect of any culture, and some time ago I must have swung around that pivot without quite realizing it. Today, as I stood in the grocery store with my bag of kefir, it hit home: I grocery shop like a Russian.My first night in Russia, Tatiana Petrovna sat me down … Continue reading When sometimes all you want is a little milk for your tea. →