Phoenix, Day 1

I miss blogging. I wasn't ever a great blogger, really. Only was able to do one or two every now and then, but I still enjoyed the creation of a story. I love looking at the finished page. So silly.

It's late but I wanted to send a thank you out into the world to any of you out there who might have been reading and may still be checking in on me. Forgive my absence. I may get around to writing that chapter of my life for you some day, but for now, please accept my sincere apologies for not getting back to the craft much, much sooner.

I'm home now, back in the U.S.A. Back in Minnesota. Spring is coming. The sunrises are beautiful. I miss Ukraine.

I went to my first Russian class today. My teacher spoke in English a lot. I wanted to ask her to talk in Russian. It made me think of my classes in Ukraine. I wonder if my kids ever felt frustrated with my feebling attempts to speak to them, explain to them, connect with them in Russian. Did they sigh, "Just speak English!" while my back was turned?

Will I ever know? Melodrama becomes me these days. Don't worry. I'll bounce back. Summer's on its way. That can only mean good things.