In Talking to the Moon, I share the moment when a rift that had begun within me led to a life I had always believed to be impossible. It is when I discovered that I was free to choose my own destiny and fought against almost everything I had ever known in Russia, my home country, to reach a point where it was I, not someone else, who directed my life.
The work first appeared in Russian as Говорящая с луной.
Agitated, she examined the wide tropical leaves of a potted plant. If anyone noticed her on their way home, it was only because the plant caught their attention and there she was, sitting there, resigned, powerless, pathetic. She felt like an outcast. Like people were mocking her, could read her mind and know how she felt. Elena had to pull herself up by the bootstraps and bloody-well fit in. To win them over, she had to do whatever they wanted and Dmitry was it: he was a man, after all.