Monthly Archives: September 2019

I came home home a couple weeks ago to a children’s birthday party underway in the paved-over back yard of my building. I’d seen a sign on the door a few weeks before about some sort of block party and made sure to be away most of the day, but the street was open andContinue reading “My downstairs neighbor asked for a picture of the Eiffel Tower (and I painted it.)”

I hadn’t read a book in Russian for thirty-five years until last week. A couple months ago, my father sent me a link to an hour-long documentary about a writer named Sasha Sokolov. I have an email folder full of links from my parents. I can’t say I’ll ever get to reading, watching, and listeningContinue reading “A School for Fools”