Dispatches from Maidan

It had been a long trip home, but we were almost there. As we crossed the creek and headed toward the Mill, a couple deer crossed the road, timid sentries along the outskirts of our little place in the woods. Our three dogs noisily acknowledged our arrival, having been patrolling the area in our absence….

EuroMaidan Dreamin’

We got out of the Holler for Christmas and met some folks we hadn’t seen since our days in Kyiv. Unlike many, they were quite aware of what had been going on with EuroMaidan. Their sincere question was “How is all this affecting the people you’ve known for all these years?” The question is probably…

A Ukrainian Yankee in Rebel Territory

Here I am, looking out over our creek, which had ice on it this morning… now it’s pushing 60 degrees. In the beginning of January. Is this global warming? Life in the South? Random environmental fluctuations? And how should I know? This place is now “home” to us… we needed a home, we’d prayed for…