Crawling caterpillars season

Since I can remember, I never really liked insects.

I can’t pinpoint a specific moment that might have triggered my disgust or this borderline phobia-like fear of things like spiders, cockroaches, centipedes and other similar creatures.

But watching “The Mummy” (1999) at the ripe age of 8 might have had an effect. Especially that scene where the black beetle attacks a character, gets under his skin and crawls around… Yeah that might have contributed to this irrational fear. Here is the scene if you really want to watch the moment I’m referencing.

Chronicling adaptation

A large part of why I wanted to start Sasha Scribes is to chronicle the process of how one person adapts to a new environment. It’s a topic that has always intrigued me as someone who had to fly across the ocean and adapt to a new culture and language as a teenager.

When I was 13, I immigrated from Moscow, where I was born, to the United States. My parents divorced when I started grade school, and my dad, who is a software engineer, became in high demand during the dot-com bubble of the late 1990s.…

Rain brings warmth to Bay Area

The weather in the Bay area is just plain weird. I’ve never lived in a place where microclimates are a thing.

There is San Francisco, the Peninsula, South Bay and East Bay. And each one of these areas has a slightly different climate. It is wild and cool.

When I first visited the Bay last summer, I only brought shorts and sundresses (As a former Chicagoan, I learned to appreciate every potential ray of sunshine). That attire was just dandy for Mountain View. But my ignorance of the local weather patterns backfired when one of the evenings I decided to drive up to the city to meet a friend for dinner and a short hike.

Stargazing in tranquil parts of Bay Area

Stars, moon, comets. Whenever I look up and gaze at the sky, I’m humbled by the vastness of the universe. I love that feeling of insignificance you get when you look up.

Although for some, thinking of our planet as a tiny, meaningless glimpse in the abyss of, well, mostly nothing (or as some also call it dark matter), may be depressing, I’m a sucker for it.

I just love it when the universe puts me in my place.

“Stop worrying about your stupid problems, Alex,” the sky whispers lovingly when I look up after an overwhelming day.…