After running as fast, as hard, and as far as possible, you finally get enough time to bend over, grab your knees, and gulp in the oxygen you need to be restored and renewed. But only to prepare for the next run immediately ahead of you. After four weeks of the war,...
“This is where I was sitting when the roof of my house was blown off by Russian artillery,” said 65-year-old Nadia. Immediately, my youngest son rushed to dig me out of the rubble. Searching desperately through the charred remains, he called out,...
My name is Nicole, and I first moved to Ukraine in 1995. Although I’m American-born, Ukraine became part of my identity long ago. I became an adult there and have spent most of my married years in L’viv. I gave birth to two sons there. My children know no other home...
While visiting the local school in Bobryk village, we met two ladies who work there. It was easy to start a conversation with them because they were friendly and smiling. “Have long since you returned to Bobryk after the de-occupation?” – I asked;...
I don’t remember my life before the war. I was 13 when Russia attacked Ukraine in 2014. I remember my parents talking about what to do if the russian army went further. One of the choices was to go someplace abroad. I told them I would never leave my country,...
