“I brought my story for you to read.” It was last summer, when I met my friend...
Vera
written by Vera P When I was growing up in the Soviet Union era we used to...
Borscht—red beets and cabbage soup—is either a winner or a failure here in the US. Some people...
Watermelons, honeydews, and cantaloupes do not grow well in Central Russia—summers are not hot enough for them....
My Grandaddy especially loved his apple trees. He was always busy with grafting new sorts and trimming...
I already mentioned our garden. It was a co-op, a quilt of many tiny colorful gardens clustered...
Potatoes as a main dish. Like I already mentioned, Grandaddy was often cooking dinners, but some dishes...
I am not a big food enthusiast—I always thought about food writers with a dash of sarcasm....
My clocks go crazy at midnights, They crawl down the walls, They are reflecting gloomy lights Of...
Diane was turning thirty in August and she wanted her birthday party to be all pink. She...
This story originally appeared in The Local Voice #208. To download a PDF of this issue, click...
This article originally appeared in The Local Voice #207. To download a PDF of this issue, click...
This story originally appeared in The Local Voice #205. To download the PDF of this issue, click...
Nichole and her first day of teaching. Nichole was born and raised in one of the small...
I noticed the sign “Hot Tamales” in the window of a small white booth, on one of...
My First Everything Part 2: Coupons Can you imagine it? We don’t have coupons in Russia! We...
Just about this time last summer my friend Steve and I went to the Sardis Lake beach....
My first everything. First time in my life I was on a plane 13 years ago, taking...
Illustration by Michael Ikeda-Chandler Picnic. Smiley hippies, quiet mandolin, beer, blueberry bushes, famous Alabama barbecue. Lake resting...
Illustration by Michael Ikeda-Chandler If you want to see a cat that is afraid of the strawberry...