Diaspora, or: Home

My 1st 'Synchronicity' poem EPIGRAPH: All language is a longing for home.-Rumi (1207 โ€“ 1273) I grew up in an immigrant family. At home our tongue was Russian. All my cousins' parents also spoke Russian, but never to my cousins. Only I talked with Babushka and Dedushka in Russian. They liked that. But we are… Continue reading Diaspora, or: Home

The language of my home, or: Ruined

Sevenling (Russian was) Russian was always the language of my home and continues to be cuz my wife's from Russia; it's opened doors for me; it's broadened my world. Over the past decade, I've educated Russian speakers; visited family and friends in Russia; discovered Russian folk rock music by Otava Yo. Has Putin ruined all… Continue reading The language of my home, or: Ruined

Poor advice from a 1st grade teacher

Our first-ever parent-teacher conference Last week, we had our first parent-teacher conference with our 1st grade daughter's teacher. It was uplifting. Her teacher told us that our child is wonderful that she wishes she had a classroom of thirty children just like her. To be entirely honest, we weren't surprised by her feedback, but it… Continue reading Poor advice from a 1st grade teacher

Languages, or: Identities

A tricube best viewed on blog (not WP reader) I am most empowered in English. ะกั‡ะธั‚ะฐัŽ ั‡ั‚ะพ ั€ัƒััะบะธะน ั‚ะพะถะต ะผะพะน. | | | I feel that Russian is also mine. ืขื‘ืจื™ืช, ื”ื™ื ืฉื™ื™ื›ืช ืœืขืžื™. | | | Hebrew, she belongs to my people. Tricube rules: Each line contains three syllables.Each stanza contains three lines.Each poem… Continue reading Languages, or: Identities