Moons ago, someone carved me a nickname into the sand. The tide came and swept my name away. That name was "Sputnitsa," which means "fellow traveler" in Russian.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. ~ Henry David Thoreau
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Category Archives: mistakes
Have the courage to accept our responsibility and our pain as our starting point. Imagine, seek and honor the most compelling truth of “the other side.” Abandon demeaning speech and belittling thoughts. Forgive others for not being perfect, for not … Continue reading
There’s no two ways about it. Writing is an insane activity. Both when it’s working—and one walks along city streets in earnest, deep conversation with oneself, periodically stopping still to jot down notes—and when it’s not working (which involves more … Continue reading
It’s one thing to mess up in a foreign language. And it’s quite another to do it in your own. The Georgian language is its own language group. Trust me, I’ve dabbled in enough to know: it’s unique. Well, and … Continue reading