Dear Diary, I let you in a on a secret. Well, it is not a secret. It is something people prefer not to talk about even if stares them in the face. It stares them from my face… I am a Cleftie. I was born with cleft lip and cleft palate. I went through … More Old Scars – New Pain
Dear Diary, I am a snob. Well, we all are, I guess. We, the Soviet kids of 60s, 70s and 80s are the biggest snobs when it comes to books and reading. We grew up in Literature. We were nurtured Samizdat. We breathed Esenin, Blok, Pushkin, Shakespeare in translation – we had to learn many … More What? You have not read this…
I’ve attended an interview with my 14 y.o. daughter today. The interview was at her Secondary college and it was about subject choices for Year 10. I did not know what to expect. Being Russian, rather Soviet, kid and having finished school over there, I’ve expected something important, stiff-backed and proper. My daughter was a … More My school was better. Parent’s point of view.
What a mum to do on a bright Sunday morning? I tell you what… run around City attending Uni Open Days. Yeah, that’s me. Today we are at RMIT (Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology). We are looking fir buildings, crossing roads anywhere we can find, searchibg for good coffee and… actually enjoying ourselves. For now … More BAD MOMS. We try our best