Eldest Immigrant Daughter
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Unlearning the Shame Culture of the Former Soviet Union
The avoidance of shame is a community obsession, one I haven’t been able to escape even in my thirties.
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Bridging My Family’s Language Barrier, One Filthy Russian Idiom at a Time
My family may not get much of my writing, but our mutual appreciation for ill-advised sexual mayhem transcends language.
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Lessons On Diasporic Identity from Meme Culture
There was something mutually exclusive about being either an eldest immigrant daughter or a normal, well-adjusted adult.