Valya Dudycz Lupescu

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    Remembering Eleanor (1944-2021)

    Remembering Eleanor (1944-2021)

    Eleanor Lupescu was one of the few people I knew who had proper recipes, the kind that were written down and repeated and shared.  My mother cooked delicious meals, but most of it is in her head from decades of practice and improvisation. The same for my grandmothers—except for the cases when someone captured the ingredients and instructions for them (which a few of my aunts thankfully did). Now, more than twenty years later, when I meet others who painstakingly print their signature dishes or scribble their measurements and notes, I understand that food is one of their love languages. Food[...]
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    Reflections

    Sometime last month, as the weather started warming up and the days began to get longer, I realized that I was breathing deeper, feeling hopeful, and closer to “normal” than I had in a long while. It made me aware of just how tense I had been this past year: shoulders tight, jaw tight, brow furrowed. All the time. Like many of you, I have spent much of the last year tight with fear and anxiety, worrying about how to keep my loved ones safe, how to help the kids get through this, how to create positive memories in the midst[...]
    We Are Still Here

    We Are Still Here

    I have not blogged in six months. I have not really posted anything on social media in all that time. I try to respond to messages and keep up with news, but I’ve fallen behind with most things. Like many of you, I suspect, my orbit has been small in these strange times. Daily life has been revolving around the day job and the kids, managing risk from the virus while trying to serve as a support system. Writing has taken a backseat to most things, and other relationships have not been given much attention at all—not for lack of caring, but[...]
    Live from Chicago…This Saturday

    Live from Chicago…This Saturday

    When I was young, I didn’t know that science fiction conventions or fandom existed. A gathering place where people dressed up in costumes, met with “actual authors,” and talked about the stories they loved would have seemed as fantastic as some of the stories themselves. Reading was a solitary activity, and I didn’t know a lot of other kids (or later adults) who loved sci-fi or fantasy. I attended my first convention in 2012, when the World Science Fiction Convention (Worldcon) was held in Chicago (and called Chicon), and it opened up a new world to me. It was a joy[...]
    Deepwater Horizon

    Deepwater Horizon

    Ten years ago today, the semi-submersible offshore drilling rig the Deepwater Horizon sank, following an explosion that left the oil well gushing and caused the largest marine oil spill in history.  This poem was inspired by that tragedy. It first appeared in Mythic Delirium in 2014: Deepwater April 22, 2010 Oil gushes like a wound, carrying with it the death of more creatures than my Gulf has accepted for millennia, but this is massacre not sacrifice offered up to unnamed gods of chaos who live in primordial seas. As the oil consumes scales, wings, skins, and blood, it sinks like a horrible prayer. I rise to the surface[...]

Critical Acclaim

Lovely Prose

The lovely prose and the mix of mythic Ukrainian matter with a contemporary setting won me over. Continue reading on sfsite.com

5 out of 5 stars

This is definitely something to read and add to your collection if you enjoy a good story that involves the use of folk tales. 5 out of 5 stars. Continue reading on Indie Comix

Robert McClelland
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