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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...
My boyfriend and I are the type of couple that, up until our daughter was born seven months ago, would be out at least four nights a week. (Not...
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...
This past summer, my new four-person family went on a road trip through New Hampshire and Maine. We spent five days in Bar Harbor, home to Acadia...
We threw a surprise party for my sister this weekend. It was the second time we were able to do this, the last time being eighteen years ago. My goal...
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...
I’m not one of those bloggers that publishes stream-of-consciousness writing. You know what I mean … more like journal writing or...
For those of us who have been divorced, indubitably at one time or another, we turn the magnifying glass on ourselves and question our judgment. We...
As long as he’s been able to speak, my eight-year-old has been philosophizing, rationalizing, and challenging me. He’s not just...
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...

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