Of all the quotes about hope and despair out there, Maira Kalman’s captures my current mood: “We hope. We despair. We hope. We despair..."

How a walk in the forest helped me adjust to the teen years

It takes three to four weeks for the thirty-two pink petals of the damask rose to open, and the closer it gets, the more its scent fills...

A new translation of the poem by Swedish novelist and poet Karin Boye (1900–1941)

A Review of Andrey Kurkov's Grey Bees The act of reading any novel is a personal experience. Joyce Carol Oates describes it as slipping...

The One-Year Correspondence That Would Change the Course of History After the reports of the atrocities in Bucha and Mariupol, I had a...

To understand how Russian President Vladimir Putin could so dramatically miscalculate the reaction to his invasion of Ukraine, one must...

It is an understatement to say that much has been written about the differences between Tolstoy and Dostoevsky: Homer vs. Shakespeare,...

Hello, I'm Nadine. This is less a blog and more an irregular compilation of disparate etchings, mostly about the mini worlds that I have...