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.
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Tag Archives: Peace Corps
Death Be Not Proud, though Some Have Called Thee, for I Haven’t Yet
A decade ago, I opened up Long Day’s Journey into Night, but I never got past the introduction. There, I read of Eugene O’Neill’s youth, of his sailing the world and battling tuberculosis. This summed up everything that was wrong with me. I had never … Continue reading
What the Russian Invasion Taught Me
In August 2008, the Russians invaded Georgia. This was not expected. I was there at the time. When the first explosions hit, my friend J texted from the US. “I think there’s a war going on.” “No, no. It’s just a … Continue reading
Gori, Georgia
Posted in Central Park, Georgia, Peace Corps, Republic of Georgia, travel
Tagged Caucasus, Peace Corps, Republic of Georgia, travel
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Tbilisi Meanderings II: Sameba
Posted in Caucasus, Georgia, Peace Corps, photos, Republic of Georgia, Tbilisi, travel
Tagged Caucasus, Peace Corps, photos, Republic of Georgia, Tbilisi, travel
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Tbilisi Meanderings I: Old Town
Posted in Caucasus, Georgia, Peace Corps, photos, Republic of Georgia, Tbilisi, travel
Tagged Caucasus, Peace Corps, photos, Republic of Georgia, Tbilisi, travel
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Cold, cold ground…
I remember last winter very well. I remember how the cold never died; how I never shed my layers, not even indoors. How I wore all I could to bed. How my water bottles froze by my bed. The wind … Continue reading
Posted in appreciating life, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Caucasus, challenges, coming back to America, culture shock, Georgia, goals, helping others, life, Marneuli, Republic of Georgia, scenes, writing
Tagged awards, Caucasus, challenges, life, Peace Corps, photos, Republic of Georgia, scholarship, something new, whatnot, winter, writing
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Who Needs a TV?
That is, when you don’t have curtains. Winding down for the evening, I shut the lights at my new apartment. That second, a hundred different screens blinked into life–windows across the way. Truth is, not much is “on” when your screen is someone … Continue reading
