“It’s important to remove the foam,” Natasha said. She lifted her cooking spoon to reveal juicy pieces of salmon underneath a pot of boiling water.
“I know Mama,” Masha replied in Russian
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When I was a kid, I tracked the passing of time by the radio programs. The rise and fall of the sun had no meaning to me: the day began when the morning news programs reported crashes on the ... [+]
I was always a barefoot kind of girl. I had shoes of course, I just preferred not to wear them. Whenever the weather was warm enough I liked to spend my time outside, wading through tall grass and ... [+]
Summer’s reign ends, urged by the relentless march of the seasonal parade. Growing purple evenings wink safely off to sleep undisturbed by the cracks or pops of fireworks or whooping wild boys. With ... [+]
“You’re freezing.” Her hand flies out to catch mine, transferring its warmth to my tingling fingers as we huddle together at the top of the hill, a carpet of dark grass sprawled out beneath us ... [+]
I’d never really been the “group study” kind of guy. Until high school, I’d always powered through on my own, got good grades, etc.
Then came... 9th grade biology. Holy crap, was I terrible at
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The world sleeps under a white blanket, unaware of the emotions I feel as I stare at the empty playground. A small wind blows by, causing the swings to sway and creak. You’re not here either, and I ... [+]
