Stuck
I didn’t move back to Bulgaria because I like the country. I do like the country, but that is not why I moved back here. When Peace Corps ended I knew I wasn’t ready to…
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Plot Twist
Well, today was definitely a plot twist, but I hope that it all turned out for the best. Our landlord is apparently in the middle of an ugly divorce. I have never really heard of…
Peatuk Update
It surprises me how quickly Peatuk is developing. Just a few months ago he was a jelly-like blob whose only interest was eating and cuddling. It seems so sudden that he wants to touch everything…
Lascivious
I went to the dentist today. On the way there, I was walking with my head up, enjoying the hot autumn day. Perhaps I even had a smile on my face as I watched the…
9 Things That Have Changed in My Yoga Practice Since Giving Birth
Yoga as a 31 year old mother is nothing like yoga was as a 21 year old single girl. Here are 9 things I have been noticing lately: Interruptions. These days a half hour sequence…
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Introversion and Motherhood
I am an introvert. I knew I was an introvert long before the, “How to treat introverts,” internet meme became popular. I knew what introversion was, and I never had to take a quiz to…
Keeping House – The Perpetual Laundry Cycle
I, like all humans, am a victim of entropy. Everything I own just wants to come out of its nicely labeled drawer and find its way onto the floor, or coffee table, or any other…
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The Writing Process
When I write, I usually don’t know what my conclusion will be. On rare occasions I only know the ending, and I have no idea how I will get there. Writing, for me, is a…
Intimacy
Today, while breast feeding Peatuk, I started crying. It was just a trickle of hot, salty tears and a bit of a smile as he faded away to sleep. I am not sure what it…
Positive Reflections on Istanbul
Now that over a year has passed since we left Istanbul, I can start to look back on it fondly. The politics of the place fade away and all that is left in my memory…