Category: Ukraine

I grew up with a very superficial understanding of what it means to come from a family of Ukrainian war refugees. The struggles, the hardships, where we came from—that was no secret. I heard about it on every occasion. We sang songs about it. We recited folklore and poems about Ukraine’s centuries-long struggle for freedom. We took oaths. As a child, I was absolutely convinced that I was a Ukrainian first, and an American only by happenstance. This trails me to this day…