My name is Anna. I have a complicated relationship with myself: I don’t consider myself a Goddess out of conceit but out of cynicism. What I write here is simply how I feel, in complicated, poorly-constructed prose with an abnormally high level of metaphoric imagery. Being open, honest, and uninhibited allows me to keep some clear space in my own mind.

In my 33 years of being, I’ve been a daughter, a mother, a wife, a Sailor, a Russian linguist, an intelligence analyst, a Certified Massage Therapist, a housefrau, a student of whatever I can learn (mathematics and languages currently), and lately, someone who is slowly becoming domesticated via crafting and canning. My daughter is 13, my twin boys are 10, my cat is named after a Russian port, and my husband is a dirty government contractor.