Why, at 69, I Stopped Going to My Relatives’ Birthdays: Sharing My Thoughts with You
Gennady, my brother, was turning sixty-five. About fifteen people gathered at his home: children, grandchildren, daughters-in-law, sons-in-law. I came with a pie — cabbage and egg, made from our mother’s recipe. Gennady has loved it since childhood. I remember how he and I used to fight over the last piece in the kitchen when … Read more