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by Marinka on July 2, 2014

I know I’ve been updating less than usual for a while and it’s taking its toll on me too. Obviously the fact that I decided not to write about my divorce is a factor (although please rest assured, it’s all very boring and amicable, no War of the Roses here. Not even War of the Carnations, so you’re not missing anything) but so is the new sense that I have to write profound things.

And I have no idea where that sense about writing profound things came from, although I’m starting to suspect a chemical imbalance/tumor situation. Obviously I hope not because that’s pretty much the last thing I need right now (well, after a French manicure) but I can’t explain it.

But if I’m not writing profound stuff, then this is what I’m writing:

1. My son turned 13 in June, which is completely crazy to me. I’m not one of those people who gets all “where did the time go?” (mostly because I have a calendar) but still, 13 is a big one. And spoiler alert: My daughter is about to turn 16 any day now which, and I’m not mathematician, is even bigger than 13. Good thing that I, myself, am holding steady at 25.

2. The other day Mama, who was at my apartment, called me all alarmed because she found “A lot of cash” in one of the kids’ room. “Where did all this cash come from?” she wanted to know. Now I don’t know what you imagine when you get such a phone call, but I immediately pictured a suitcase packed with hundred dollar bills, unmarked, preferably. And I started thinking about how I would spend it all, under the guardianship theory loosely translated as “all your shit is mine.” I was mid-way through shopping list 2.4, when I thought to ask for a rough estimate of the cash involved and learned that it was $12. Obviously I’m devastated that my kids are running a really low-profit meth lab.

3. I’ve had a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup every day this week. Mostly because they’re so delicious.
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4. I am lucky to have a lot of love in my life. I’ve always been lucky, but I’m feeling a bit luckier now. It’s one of those things that I’m hesitant to write about because I’m afraid of jinxing it (and because I’m a lady) but let me say this and let you read between the lines. I recently had a weekend that I wish on absolutely everyone that I love. There was so much love and laughter that my stomach hurt. Literally hurt, like some kind of an ab workout. And even though I don’t have abs of steel as a result, my stomach now has laugh lines. I’ll take it.

I am going to figure out how to continue to write this blog during this new phase of my life. It’s trickier, of course, but I miss the daily writing. Who knows. Maybe it’ll even be something profound.


No Comment

by Marinka on May 26, 2014

It took me a while, but finally I realized that the comments section on this blog is broken. At first when I saw zero comments on post after post I thought, “huh, no one is commenting!” and while that would make some bloggers despondent, I just took it to mean that everyone agreed with my wisdom and were also rendered speechless by the same. Or at least commentless.

But then I started to get some emails, tweets, and skywritings from people who couldn’t leave a comment and wanted to know what the hell was going on and I had to “I could have had a V-8” smack my forehead and come to grips that something was very wrong. Irreparably so, apparently.

The problem with having something wrong blog-wise is that it is really the last thing that I need right now. Because it’s one of those problems for which people have very little sympathy and I’m one of those people who doesn’t see the point of having a problem that doesn’t elicit sympathy from people. This is why I highly recommend divorce. You could be having the Best Divorce Ever, really, tripping the light fantastic, and yet everyone will treat you with respect and kid gloves. Incidentally, do you think that kid gloves are made out of goats or are they just really small and ill-fitting gloves?

Oh, right. You can’t answer.

Anyway, I contacted the authorities and hopefully help is on the way soon. Or right after they find the Lindbergh baby, IDK.

Meanwhile, please know that I am living a very full and exciting life and that Mama and Papa are being as adorable as always, except they have been suffering too, as they have been invited to a 3 day destination wedding and Friday night is “smores and sing-a-long” night at the beach with instructions to “bring your own guitar!” and Mama told me, confidentially, that she doesn’t have a guitar and wondered if she should borrow one.

Oh, and my hair is now reddish. Certain friends have suggested that this has Midlife Crisis written all over it, but I just wanted to go back to my natural color.


I’m the one who looks like me, but with reddish hair. The other woman is Sarah, who colored my hair. A former friend who saw the photo thought she was my daughter. May he rest in peace.

When my daughter saw my hair she was delighted and informed me that redheads would become extinct soon, so I knew I was on the right path. My son had a slightly different reaction and gasped, “OMG, MOM, WHO DID THIS TO YOU?” and when I explained that I hadn’t actually beed abducted and dyed against my will, he shook his head sadly at the unexplainable nature of adulthood and murmured something like “it’s just not normal to have your own mom look so different.”

But I can’t go into all of that because my comments section is broken and it would just feel like I’m talking to myself.

So I’ll wait until the comments are working again. Because I love you that much. You should probably write to your Congressman and demand some action on this issue.

UPDATE: Comments are now working. Which makes this post sort of pointless. Unlike all the other, pointed posts.

BTW, if you haven’t checked it out yet, I’m hosting the monthly book club discussion over at Alpha Mom. Come visit me over there, it’s very fancy, with working comments and everything!



April 10, 2014

Tweet If it’s true that it’s better to be lucky than smart, then I have it made. Because when the trailer for the American Blogger documentary came out earlier this week, I had friends who contacted me to spoof it. And I’m smart enough to jump on it. Enjoy: Thanks to Neil, who always has […]

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Better Red Than Not Talking About Heart Disease

February 13, 2014

Tweet Today is your lucky day, because today you get two posts for the price of one. First, I will tell you about a situation with my kids. And then, I will probably save your life. *** This week I received a gift. Actually it was a many gifts, and it arrived from Tieks, the […]

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I’m Right, You’re Wrong: XOXO

January 25, 2014

Tweet It’s finally time for another installment of I’m Right, You’re Wrong, where I use the internet to work out disputes with loved ones. Because I can’t get on the Jerry Springer Show. The rules are that I will present you with a dispute, but anonymously, so as not to influence you to agree with […]

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October 3, 2013

Tweet Last week, I went to L.A. to visit my friend Peajaye. I met him through my other friend Wendi, when she and I guest posted on each other’s blogs back in the good old days when people did that. Anyway, Peajaye and I have been friends since 2008 (which sounds ancient), so I wanted […]

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A Rose by Any Other Name is Still Overpriced

August 28, 2013

Tweet I changed my blog name this week and no one got me a gift or anything. I blame Miley Cyrus. It’s now Marinka NYC instead of Motherhood in NYC. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. For one, as my kids get older, they don’t love my blogging about them. And for another, […]

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Russian and Jewish and American, oh MY!

August 18, 2013

Tweet One of the greatest things about blogging, besides the whole fame and fortune thing, is the people I’ve met. Except for you, weirdo. Like Alina Adams, who is a Soviet immigrant (like me), lives in NYC (like me) and is a New York Times bestselling author (unlike me.) Even though I only met Alina […]

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