About Grandpa Sasha

My mama visited for a couple of weeks in October.  As we drove back from the road trip South, in the Valley, the boring part, I asked, randomly, if grandpa Sasha, her father, went to college.  Grandpa died while mama was pregnant with me, so I didn’t get to meet him.  Heard this and that about him, but not much since I’ve grown up.

Here is what she told me. Continue reading “About Grandpa Sasha”

Stories are Monsters. Part 3 (of 3).



This is Part 3 about haunting stories. Links to the beginning: Part 1, Part 2.

Part 3.  The family story

On a Sunday morning, I call Mom on Skype.  She is babysitting nephew.  Several days prior, I called for Mom’s birthday, from work, Skype on my cell; the connection was bad, and then it broke and I went back to work.

Continue reading “Stories are Monsters. Part 3 (of 3).”


Написано в третью субботу октября 2013 года

1948 или 1947 год.  Моя бабушка в твоем возрасте, пройдя войну, потеряв отца, беременная дочкой Тамарой, которая скоро умрет.  С тетей Аней на руках.  Со светом и любовью на следующие 63 года и, через меня, после.


An Icebreaker speech for Panorama Toastmasters

People around us shape our lives more than we are willing to admit.  This talk is about just three of the many who affected mine.

When I was little, I would spend summers with my grandma, in Vyborg, north of St. Petersburg, Russia.  She would take me for long berry or mushroom foraging Continue reading “Connections”