You know that strange feeling when you look at the calendar, see the number "3" marking the last month of summer, and feel a sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach? It feels as though life is racing ahead at full speed, while you’re left standing on the platform with an unfinished book and a suitcase that never made it to the seaside.

Yesterday, I caught myself in a panic, trying to "do it all": visit my favorite beach, drink every mint lemonade imaginable, wander the city at night, and—o...

We're so used to dividing our lives into compartments: work, home, husband, children, friends, our own ambitions, and the endless pursuit of success. We call our parents on the fly, between meetings, promise to stop by on the weekend—and then drown in the whirlwind of tasks again. But have you ever wondered what it's like to wait for a call from your own child, like manna from heaven?

Tell me, why do we so generously give our time to strangers, social media, and random passersby, while having n...

The sordid drama, the scent of someone else’s perfume on a shirt, awkward excuses at three in the morning—it all feels so banal, so routine.

For me, it’s much simpler. And much more painful.

Fidelity isn’t about a stamp in your passport or a lock on your phone. Fidelity is when your world is divided into "us" and "everyone else." It’s when someone sends you something blatantly suggestive or asks you out for a drink, and the thought "why not?" never even crosses your mind—because, in that momen...

No, thanks.
Kyiv is sweltering right now; the thermometers on the buildings are quietly weeping, the asphalt is sticking to the soles of my shoes, and the air feels like a scorching sauna. All sensible people are hunkered down indoors with the AC on. But I decided: if the city has turned into the tropics, I’m going to act the part—wild, free, and pushing the boundaries.

Yesterday evening started off mundanely enough: it was so stifling that my brain was melting faster than ice cream. I found my...