Yoga, reloaded
We went to yoga again tonight. Honestly, I didn’t expect yoga in a suburban chitalishte to be this good, but it is. By this good, I mean my body glistening with perspiration but not sweat,…
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Late night pondering
I am in bed, next to my sleeping son. I can’t sleep, but he is peaceful, smacking his lips the way he does when he is in a deep sleep. His leg is propped up…
My Forever Home
It was around eighth grade when I had the envious realization that some people had forever homes. Some of my friends lived in the same house that they had been brought from the hospital to…
What would a world without competition be like?
I often say that I don’t like competition. I don’t like what it does to other people, and I don’t like the way I feel when I am a part of it. I don’t enjoy…
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Hello, flow.
The other day I started my period again. The timing could not have been more perfect. The night before, I was thinking about how glorious it was to not have to deal with my monthly…
5 Months Old and Growing Strong
I think this trip to Sofia just gave Peatuk a cognitive burst. I look at him and he suddenly seems so mature. Well, mature for a 5 month old. In the past week, his eyes…
Things We Learned in Sofia (And Unrelated Pictures)
Our little family headed to Sofia this weekend. Nikola was supposed to play baseball, but the games were canceled so we had three days to putz around together. We took the night train on Friday…
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Utopian City
My perfect city is one without cars. I somehow got this idea in my head several years ago, and it just wont go away. I dream of smaller cities, where people know their neighbors. I…
Dream a Little Dream
Sometimes I feel most like myself in my dreams. Strange, because in these dreams I am rarely myself. The other night I dreamt of four different couples. I flitted in and out of all of…
I chose right…
It’s my husband’s first father’s day! They don’t actually celebrate father’s day in Bulgaria, but then, I have never seen a Bulgarian father as involved and in love with his son as my husband is.…