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Galina Nemirovsky

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Galina Nemirovsky

<p><span>I put off writing the </span><span>ABOUT ME</span><span> section of my blog for a long time. Partly because the Me changes so often. Partly because I don&rsquo;t know how to stop once I start writing (especially about Moi). I tried to write a bio-type blurb and 5 pages of narcissistic crap came out. So I started a memoir. </span><br /> <br /> <span>In the meantime I feel like I owe my visitors some semblance of imagery for the girl who spews a lot of randomness (yes I still call myself a girl). But it&rsquo;s this collection of notated randomness that has defined the life I&rsquo;<span class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> lived so far and the opinions I&rsquo;<span class="blsp-spelling-error">ve</span> crafted so far. I change as life changes.<br /> <br /> That said, I&rsquo;m adding a disclaimer that this document is organic, dynamic and guaranteed to change.<br /> <br /> So until my scandalous revealing book comes out (no, it won&rsquo;t be called ABOUT ME), here is an arbitrary list of things <a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.heartseverywhere.com/1974/08/about-me.html"><span>ABOUT ME</span></a>.</span><br /> &nbsp;</p>

Stories by Galina Nemirovsky

Many of people hate Valentine’s Day—and I’m sure there are plenty of reasons. Here are some you may have heard: “It’s...
I went backward in life with my money making. Now that I’m in my thirties, I live very much hand-to-mouth, relying on the man in my life for...
Mackenzie turned eight months old today, and to celebrate, she got up an hour early, but compensated with a late nap. After returning from my drive...
I will remember this January as the one with all the snowstorms that didn’t really affect me much. (I had to drive in it once—but somehow...
I’m divorced and I co-parent. Really co-parent. We split my son down the week. Sundays through Wednesdays with me, Wednesday nights through...
I’m a girl who’s raising a boy. He’s six now; I’m thirty-four. How can I control the programming for a gender for which I...
Driving is fun—when you live in the city and don’t get ample opportunity to hit the open road. Driving is not fun when you have to drive...
On a recent morning as I was driving my eight-year-old to school, I noted that the usually congested West Side Highway was rather empty. “Look...
Nobody puts baby in the corner—or as it was in this case—nobody puts baby in the back-row, middle seat of an Off-Off-Broadway show. Our...
After the euphoria of having a healthy baby girl, I came home to wonderment, delight and joy. I was in awe of what I created. Even more, I was...
They said not to judge the character of the baby until much later. “She will change—just you wait.” (...
I’m a girl with girl parts that I’ve had for thirty-five years and am very familiar with their operation and maintenance. When I had my...
Throughout life, we’re behaviorally trained to rely on somebody else to tell us that we’re doing a good job. We perpetually seek...
Two years ago, I played the role of a Good Samaritan and now I get a subpoena delivered to my home—two weeks after having a newborn. It was...
I made it through the first three weeks without breaking baby #2. This second rendition of mommyhood is entirely different from the first installment...

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