porridge, or some other Russian staple she served to my older brothers and sisters, and before that, my mother when she was growing up in the Soviet Union. At 84-years-young, my grandma is still resilient and has been since she was a child in the Holocaust—and in many ways shapes who I am today.
When I was younger, I was afraid of telling people who I was. People knew I spoke Russian, but nobody knew my family was Jewish. I would occasionally hear anti-Semitic statements at school, and people saying…
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