Months passed since I was liberated from the underground labor camp in Orhey Forest, Moldova. Behind were scary blood transfusions, dental tortures and endless chats with a bunch of cardiologists. I finally got my so-so bill of health and was waiting patiently for the slow-moving Soviet Immigration Office to approve…

I’m all grown up now, approaching forty, a mother of two small girls who believe in fairies and magic. With them, I stand before the peanut butter at the grocery store. As they languish in boredom, one in the cart and one out, I spot Peter Pan, a little green figure…

Hercules was a bit of a dandy. See him there, dressed carefully for his walk in a blue coat with velvet collar, stepping on the cobblestones with his gold stick and fancy shoes, purchased with money earned by selling the kitchen slops. Through Philadelphia streets, he walks, well-known–the President’s cook–he…