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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

Every baby comes with its own birth story, and the journey it took to bring it to life. Mackenzie Riley came into this world on a Tuesday morning...
My first baby (eight years ago) came three days early, which duplicitously led met to believe that this one would also arrive a few days before the...
“Sick” has always been one of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems and I’ve always read it in a whiny complaining voice, which...
Sometimes I wonder why some people were given the instinctual desire to question authority, culture, rules, society, defaults, the “norm...
Twitter started as a place to connect. “Real-time information network powered by people that lets you share and discovering WHAT’S...
“I worry if I will have enough love in my heart for two,” a friend of mine recently admitted when I asked her if she ever wanted a second...
I Hated Breastfeeding. There I said it. Go ahead and judge me, critique me, criticize me. It won’t be anything I haven’t already berated...
In the grand scheme of life, and with all the hormones that course through my veins, it won’t surprise me if, in retrospect, my forty-weeks of...
It wasn’t until my third summer in my apartment that I really started enjoying the luxury of a New York City balcony. By balcony, I mean fire...
I made this list when I first created a MySpace page. I’ve since deleted the page, but a hunt through old files revealed this list. It’s...
To the virgin 97th street walker, the old, hunched-back woman begging on the street, dodging cars with her small handmade cardboard placard,...
When I write my first official blog post, I believe that it will focus on a rant spawned by a business women’s leadership luncheon I attended...
The Holocaust altered the course of history and humanity. Destruction, tragedy, annihilation—it was an attempt to bring an entire race to...
So it looks like I did it again. I was thirty-three when I got fired for the first time, thirty-four when I got fired for the second time. Apparently...
Sunday afternoon was a quintessential spring day in New York City. Sixty-one degrees and the sky was as blue as the Caribbean I’m dreaming...

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