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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

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...
The other day I got a piece of mail that had three addresses on it for me, two of which were printed on the yellow post office new address stickers....
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...
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...
She lay there next to him, but a million miles away on their king-sized bed. Through the years, the beds got bigger to keep up with the gap growing...
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...

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