Nadya Writes Things.
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Writing prompt (which I haven’t done in ages)
“Get an education, and don’t get pregnant.” This was passed down from my mother, an exceptionally competent, professional, and brilliant woman who heard it from her own mother–my Russian grandmother. My baba lived in the interior of British Columbia, could not speak English, had a husband die from Parkinson’s-related disease, and was left with four…
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Bread dough
The fact that my first name was processed with an F–and I have no clue what name that was supposed to be, since “Nafya” sounds like a Senegalese dish–tells you everything you need to know about Galen and his crew. Also, you’re going to have to deal with the fact that my screenshot is in…
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With zero irony…
There’s nothin’ ’bout this decade so far (MY decade, that is; my head-smacking new decade on this planet, which kicked off last December) that deserves pom-poms, craft lager, and sloppy blowjobs. But it’s only been four months, and I have never been one to have a lot of existential patience. That’s why I’m doing my…
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And Bats, That With A Kiss, Turn Prince For You
That’s about it for this blog. If I return, then I will, without much fanfare. But with over two years of my time, over one hundred pieces of writing, and with nothing progressing from this point, I believe my efforts here are finished, and largely, have met their end. That’s not to say that it…
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To The Half-Douk, With Love
That’s the only existing picture of Victor Bonderoff I could find online; I have none of my own. This had to be the 70s. Or maybe it’s the 80s. I really don’t know. I hadn’t thought about Victor in several years. Our last bit of communication was back in the summer of 2018, and it…
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Celery
Ridiculous.
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That’s How I’m Feeling
I am honestly fairly drained from the events of this month, although I have a certain sane spring in my step again (intentional alliteration). December was s’posed to be great, I thought, but it went a little bit pear-shaped for a confluence of reasons. That’s okay. It all ended up working out for the better,…
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Sunset Beach, December 19th, 2025
My forties.
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Cultural Hegemony
“The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters.” -Antonio Gramsci …and then, of course, there’s: “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.” –William Butler Yeats I now want to share a music video that is better than…
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Daily Writing Prompt, in which I barely had to write a thing.
You get one guess, folks.
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