This morning I made refugee coffee. The kind you can make anywhere when you’ve got finely ground coffee, a mug and a way to boil water. Two heaping…
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Thinking about resilience and recovery feels good. Western civilization is confident about overcoming adversity: think positive, pick yourself up by…
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Anka sighs and says, “I wish I could get an injection of energy.” She’s tired, the intensity of last year has given way to a different, more sluggish…
MAR 1 My mind these days is a jumble of what I’ve done, who I owe, what needs to be addressed, and what is going on right now. My body is in Kyiv. My…
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February 2023

Sorry for the long silence. Silence has meaning when it falls between two events. Without a frame, it is just a lack of information. How could you know…
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The need for translation these days is overwhelming: international instructors training members of the UAF before deployment; a documentary theater…
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January 2023

Don’t be fooled by the increase in hours with electricity in Kyiv. It’s tempting to think this is an opportunity to live “as before” but everything has…
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Kyiv is gray. Still Sunday strollers are out in the neighborhood. Earlier this week Sasha asked, “Have you noticed there are less people around?” Yes, I…
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I went to Lviv for a change of scenery, greedy for warmth and uninterrupted electricity, and to recharge and recalibrate, to come back to myself. I went…
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I am on vacation in Lviv. Doing nothing is the challenge and privilege I’ve taken on, knowing that—like anything in wartime—you have to do it now…
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December 2022

Drinking coffee in Kyiv, my friend the physical therapist says we all have PTSD. I’ve never been a fan of diagnoses. This is both a gift and a fault…
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Wake up, flick the lamp switch: no power. Under three blankets it’s toasty warm. The air in the room is 12 C. Generators stutter outside every other…