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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

I never wanted to believe in fairytales because frankly, I’m a realist. But I’m also a liar and a coward. I hate mediocrity, yet I live...
SpaceBook is my pet name for the collective breed of social networking sites. Sort of a MySpace marries Facebook and it’s all the same thing,...
I was born with two grandmothers but only one grandfather. In nature’s rules of familial supply and demand, my Deda (Russian for grandpa) is a...
I was a Russian girl and an American teenager. I had no choice about the first but I tried very hard to be the second. Now as a grown woman, I mostly...
I had many expectations and fears before I had a child. I was afraid of health issues. I was afraid that he wouldn’t be cute. I was afraid I...
Today is Friday and your period was due on Monday. Here you are again—a pregnancy scare, guaranteed to be a sobering moment for any couple in...
I exist crippled in a state of fear, awaiting the outcome of the November election. Our nation is sitting on a weakened foundation where its people...
“SURGERY,” I had written in bold red letters on the calendar square for January 30, 2008. I scheduled my thyroid surgery for early in the...
Last month I turned thirty-four and vowed to be a little kinder to my body. I want to give it more respect, to stop judging it so harshly, to...
I’m not into politics. For one thing, I just don’t connect entirely with either party’s black and white world views. For...
I arrive at the crossroads of desperate lost souls and hopeful promises. I sign in at the marble lobby with the overly friendly receptionist in a...
Life has taught me that expectations are guaranteed assurance for disappointment. I have spent countless hours of my life predicting and preparing...
My grandfather loves my grandmother in the way that I imagine a man loves his wife after fifty-eight years. A love that transcends a lifetime begun...
She sits peacefully in the hospital chair with a look of hope and recovery in her eyes. She wears her light blue hospital gown as comfortably as a...
“The dentist—he is a barbarian!” my father says in his thick Russian accent as I whine and recount the story of getting two...

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