Fourteen years ago today, war blossomed on the border of Georgia and Russia. The breadcrumbs are all too familiar, the military exercises brushing against the edge of a foreign country, the saber rattling, the bland fabricated excuse, and then the memory for so many of tanks on…
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We got married nine years ago, on a hot August day in Moscow. I remember plenty of details, from the nutty drive to the ZAKS (wedding hall) with N at…
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“Go to at least five bookstores, and talk to the staff about doing a reading along with a signing for your new book.” Back when I was teaching, this is…
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On Saturdays at four, a wine club comes together on Sulkhan Tsintsadze Street. Nestled in the back of a great wine store run by Zaza Grigalashvili, the…
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The clothesline squeaks as the neighbor from across the courtyard pulls and pins their laundry up, wet underwear and T-shirts in the breeze, and a July…
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I had to close all of the windows to record some narration. Even then, the sound of Nika and Theo playing downstairs made their way to the microphone. I…
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When you hear that a building fell down, or an old high school teacher passed in the town you lived in a long time ago, you feel something - but you do…
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The wind never stops here. Trees bend slowly in the afternoon. Grape vines twist in the dark air past our balcony in the middle of the night, sprawling…
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Impressions of an Expat