Monthly Archives: December 2016

In It to Win It

Merry Christmas Eve everyone! Beginning today, enter my Goodreads Contest to win a copy of “Do Svidanya Dad” and learn the story of what happened when my dad and his family moved to the Soviet Union when he was just … Continue reading

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Thankful at Christmas

With Christmas just a few days away, I am thinking how lucky my family is compared with so many others. Although we will not all be together, none of us is lacking any of the basics to live: we each have … Continue reading

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Should I Be So Worried

When you have family that lived and suffered in Russia, it is impossible not to be affected by politics today, both nationally and locally, in my adopted state of South Carolina. Whether I am overreacting or not is difficult to … Continue reading

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What If No One Shows Up

The insecure monster has been visiting me ever since I was invited to participate in a local book fair. At first I was excited at the prospect of getting my book at there in public, but at the same time, … Continue reading

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If Only We Stayed

December 11 was a significant day in my father’s family history. On that day eighty-five years ago, my grandparents and five of their six children set sail out of New York Harbor. Their daughter Anna had already gone in March … Continue reading

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Desperate People Bought the Promises

As the shock of the 2016 U.S. presidential election results is morphing into acceptance, discussions continue regarding the reasons for the surprise outcome. Reflecting on my grandparents motives to relocate to the Soviet Union during the Great Depression, I see … Continue reading

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Is There an FBI File Somewhere

I have decide it’s time to resurrect my attempts to find an FBI file on my father because I am convinced one must exist somewhere. Here’s my reasoning: He was an American living in the Soviet Union—a Communist country– who … Continue reading

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