I am grief.

Every week, our yoga instructor encourages us to consider choosing a focus for our practice, suggesting such things as joy and calm. This morning one word came to mind and insisted on staying: grief. It is my honor to hear people’s experiences with grief as I visit groups and organizations to talk about my book,…

Molotov Cocktail

Who were you before this moment? Before the Russians rewrote your whole person? Before this moment you were someone else. Someone other than the ruddy faces woman mixing Molotov cocktails to defend your country. Yesterday you might have mixed vodka tonics for your book club or poured out horilka to toast a friend’s birthday. Your…