by Mari Serebrov | Mar, Mon, 2020 | Uncategorized
It’s all a matter of perspective. All this social-distancing, sheltering in place and self-isolating can seem like a curse. But for the glass-nearly-full people, it can be a gift. A gift of time. Time to take a break from the busyness of modern life and reach out –... 
by Mari Serebrov | Jan, Sun, 2020 | Grief
Anyone who’s lost a loved one knows that time doesn’t fill their place in our hearts. We numbly move on, forced to create new routines without them. And as the days roll by, we grow more accustomed to their absence. While we miss them just as much, we know better than... 
by Mari Serebrov | Dec, Sat, 2019 | Books, Writing style
The poet in me is intrigued by words – not just their meanings, but the rhythms they create and the images and feelings their sound evokes. Does a word march across the page, bold and upright? Or does it dance, twisting and twirling with meaning? Is it solemn or... 
by Mari Serebrov | Dec, Mon, 2018 | Mama Namibia
Like a river or life itself, a good story flows naturally, its current carrying readers to forgotten lands, times past, or places unimagined. It introduces them to characters they’ll never forget, opens their eyes to the possible and the impossible, and fills them... 
by Mari Serebrov | Aug, Sun, 2018 | Health
When I was teaching journalism at Regent years ago, I had a graduate student who taught me far more than I taught him. A nontraditional student who once flew helicopters in Africa for a living, Sean’s life took an unexpected turn when he was badly mangled in a... 