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My mom and aunt, terrorizing their Chicago neighborhood. My mom’s at the back, quite aware of her cuteness.

My mom and aunt, terrorizing their Chicago neighborhood. My mom’s at the back, quite aware of her cuteness.

— 2 years ago with 2 notes
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My parents, hugging in the snow.

My parents, hugging in the snow.

— 2 years ago with 3 notes
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My father’s family in front of their new American home in Minnesota. My dad’s the skeptical young guy on the left.

My father’s family in front of their new American home in Minnesota. My dad’s the skeptical young guy on the left.

— 2 years ago with 5 notes
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My father took this beautiful picture of my mother while she was showering.

My father took this beautiful picture of my mother while she was showering.

— 2 years ago with 5 notes
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My Ukrainian Grandparents, Irene and Dmytro. My grandmother (who was a total bitch to my mom because my mom wasn’t Polish) was quite fashionable. She often bragged that she was the first woman in her village to wear pants.

My Ukrainian Grandparents, Irene and Dmytro. My grandmother (who was a total bitch to my mom because my mom wasn’t Polish) was quite fashionable. She often bragged that she was the first woman in her village to wear pants.

— 2 years ago with 4 notes
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San Diego, Part 2

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In another post, I said I believed my father resented his kids for not being Ukrainian enough. I always wondered why he didn’t make more of an effort to expose us to the culture. I’m assuming his identity was important to him—after all, he was living in Ukraine at the end of his life—but maybe that was more about having an incredible opportunity to help his home country and needing a job. He’d only been intermittently employed for the few years prior, and my parents were worried about money. But if Ukrainianness was really that important, why did he marry someone (against his parents’ wishes) who wasn’t Ukrainian? 

When I was talking to my aunt on the Ocean Beach pier, I asked her if she was aware of how my dad treated us. She wasn’t, but she did suggest he might have been angry with my mother for not taking us to Ukrainian school while he was away. This, this information, got me really excited.

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— 2 years ago with 44 notes
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