Tiny Love Stories: ‘What the Ukrainian Grandmothers Have Written’
Ukrainian Springtime Love Song At my Ukrainian grandmother’s house in Chicago, circa 1970, Easter began right after Christmas. The aroma of burning candle, melting beeswax, vinegar dye and fresh coffee would wake me. Grandma would be sitting at her table, barefoot. In one hand she cradled an egg. In the other, she held a kistka,…
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