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I love family vacations. But seriously, Oymyakon? What were we thinking?

Ice pellets beat against the hotel window. Outdoors it was snowing. And the wind chill made my bones ache, even wearing an ushanka.

Beside me my sister giggled in her new bikini. “Are you ready?” Continue reading Refreshing


The cellar was dark and cold. In the summer. Whenever mother asked my sister to go to the cellar to get something, she’d come looking for me. It might have taken her five minutes to fetch a Mason jar of pickles, but she’d rather spend twenty hunting around the house, the yard, the barn for me. The cellar was my birthright. My special place in our family. Continue reading Flurries