Happiness is a transitional stage between unhappiness and indifference.

"Moonlight and vodka take me away ( Read more... )

ЗАПИСКИ БАТАЛИСТА ( Read more... )

Когда-то, давным-давно, в тридевятом царстве, за семью горами, нас было двое. Он - золотоволосый мальчик с мечтой в глазах цвета рязанского неба. И я - маленькая девочка, серенький мышонок, младшая сестра, прятавшаяся в его тени. Мы были разные, он и я, непохожи друг на друга по внешности и характеру. Мы росли, как две ветки одного дерева, ( Read more... )

We looked at each other, astonishment and dismay mirrored in our faces: married almost three years, and the last time we were away together (save for a few "stolen" weekend stays downtown Chicago) was, well, our Colorado honeymoon. Outrageous! Of course, there was Ellie and that small business of being pregnant with her, caring for her through ( Read more... )

I have never written a complete story of my pregnancy with Ellie and of her birth. She is two years and two months now, and although the memories are still vivid in my mind, some minor details have begun to slip away. Before more and more things become obscure with time, here it goes ( Read more... )

It is about 2 in the morning and I cannot sleep. I blame the cursed daytime savings thing that has gotten everything around my house out of wack. All clocks are showing different times and I'll be damned if I am going to run around the two stories trying to synchronize them. It is too late anyway. The storm outside is raving: nature's protest ( Read more... )