Please subscribe to my newsletter to get writing news and updates. April 6, 1994 will forever be burned into my memory. That is the day my Cuban father, Russian mother, little brother and myself landed in Miami International Airport to seek a better life in America, to find our own version of the American Dream. The thing…
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Essay 2: The Double Commie [#52essays2017]
This essay is part of the #52essays2017 series focusing on my memoir, Moscow Chica: How Growing Up in Cuba and Russia Made Me an American. For more, please follow this publication and subscribe to my newsletter. I had this “friend” in middle and high school who used to love to make fun of my heritage. Year after year, the words “double commie” came out…
Essay 1: The Day I Became an
American [#52essays2017]
This essay is part of the #52essays2017 series focusing on my memoir, Moscow Chica: How Growing Up in Cuba and Russia Made Me an American. For more, please follow this publication and subscribe to my newsletter. My grandfather shook me awake suddenly. My eyes slowly opened, feeling groggy and tired from our overnight flight. It was five in the afternoon there, in the suburbs of Moscow,…