Elizabeth KazarRainHappiness is as fleeting as a cloud in windy sky. Sorrow is a dull old blanket that tightens and suffocates me.Jun 23, 2022Jun 23, 2022
Elizabeth KazarEcclesiastesLike a deciduous tree, I die every winter. I always thought it was an evil thing — curshing, tormenting, flattening gray.Mar 11, 2022Mar 11, 2022
Elizabeth KazarAmerica, Ukraine, and the right side of historyA dovish millennial on standing up against autocracyMar 9, 20221Mar 9, 20221
Elizabeth KazarOn building a writing practiceIs it time to make this blog about something?Mar 3, 2022Mar 3, 2022
Elizabeth KazarDinner alfresco, or beauty in the everydaySometimes I’m swept away by the beauty, the absolute perfection in the everyday.Mar 2, 2022Mar 2, 2022
Elizabeth KazarSimple thingsOh sweet délices — tomatoes of red-green and sunflower yellow reddest of red bell peppers, bulbous and bursting half-moons of cool…Mar 2, 2022Mar 2, 2022
Elizabeth KazarHow much should your career really matter?Or, how not to let what someone else will pay us for determine what our lives are aboutFeb 24, 2022Feb 24, 2022
Elizabeth Kazarletting goOnce I saw a lizard shed its skin. It wriggled out of a tissue-thin grayish hide to reveal a shiny new one underneath. The old skin blew…Feb 15, 20221Feb 15, 20221
Elizabeth KazarWhere does the time go: meditations on laundry, dishwashing, and meaning in the everydayI’ve always hated mindless chores like washing dishes and doing laundry. They’re not so bad when I actually get down to doing them. It’s…Feb 9, 2022Feb 9, 2022
