Category Archives: Journaling

Part 5: The third week!

Although the main purpose of our trip was to work in schools spreading the hope of ecological consciousness to Russian children, we knew there were dignitaries to impress as well. By far the most important was Gennady A. Yagodin, Soviet Minister of Higher and Specialized … Continue reading

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Part 4: The first ten days in Moscow

I just reread my journal notes from 28 years ago and my first thought is, “I can’t share any of this!” Then the second thought was, “Why, because you all acted like human beings occasionally?” And that is exactly what … Continue reading

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Part 3: From Russian with love

“How on earth did you ever get to go the Soviet Union?” In 1989 I was married to a musician (David) who had a performing partner (Deborah). Their specialty was teaching and performing for American children, mostly in New England … Continue reading

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Part 2: From Russia, with bittersweet love

Context is everything, I know that. The story of the Soviet Union’s final years is dramatic and far more complex than anything I could ever pretend to understand. My four-week experience there in the spring of 1989 was as a guest … Continue reading

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Part 1: “Typical American!”

How did that headline feel? Like a compliment? Like an insult? Like a gross generalization? It has happened to all of us of course.  When you hear someone is from California, Alabama, Minnesota, or Massachusetts, you can’t help but assume … Continue reading

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Women’s Images: A Fable

Have you ever watched a scary movie and covered your eyes at the really frightening parts? And then, despite your fear, did you peek between your fingers because for a moment your curiosity was greater than your fear? That is … Continue reading

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A Day At The Beach, continued

  Part 2: The Arrival I walk toward the woodland entrance and as I start down the pathway I look up. Something seems wrong—- because it looks exactly the same. The same roots jut across the trail, and the same … Continue reading

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