Author Archives: annahuddleston

About annahuddleston

Business and travel writer based in Las Vegas. www.shakeyourshoes.wordpress.com

Magical powers for accountants

During a recent trip to Russia, probably a 10th during our married live, B grasped a new concept that opened to him the new depths of the Russian soul. It happened to him over a pool game with my sister’s … Continue reading

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What to do when you can’t do it anymore

One of my favorite Russian bloggers recently ran into the door frame and split open her forehead… all while trying to sneak a cigarette in the middle of the night. She made a deal with her husband that if he … Continue reading

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Schadenfreude

Think 5th Avenue in New York, 4 pm on a sunny early spring day. I’m humming Putting on the Ritz and nod at a doorman with golden buttons who instantly puts a price tag on my belongings and goes back … Continue reading

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Why guys do stuff

Oksana Marafioti, my inspiration in a local writers community, is an American Gypsy who speaks four  languages and has witnessed her dad perform exorcist. She has a memoir coming out with a major publishing house. And she’s married to an … Continue reading

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How to get along with your American husband. Part 4

B and I are in essence a tortoise and a hare. He always gets to where he’s going and doesn’t seem to break a sweat, and I run around in circles, screaming “It’s the end of the world and we … Continue reading

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How to get along with your American husband. Part 3

B. does a lot of things you won’t catch other husbands within a mile radius. Like doing the laundry. I attribute his natural inclination to washing to him being a Cancer, or maybe he’s just a nice guy. Or I’m … Continue reading

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Love across cultures

Just happened… Three women are sitting at a restaurant. Chinese, Caucasian and Russian. Speaking English and sharing green beans and fried eggplant and drooling over crispy duck that’s going to the next table. As in any situation with two or … Continue reading

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