More than 4.6 million refugees have fled Ukraine with the onslaught of Putin’s brutal invasion. More than 70 years ago, my Dido (Grandfather) Osyp, Babtsia (Grandmother) Maria, and Teta (Aunt) Helen escaped Ukraine too, thanks to the heroic efforts of a Ukrainian-American woman named Mary (Marusia) Beck.
Memoir & Personal Essay
The first time I realized my parents did not hold the answers of the universe in their palms was not when I was asking obscure questions about aardvarks or pirate ships.
I was floating, my elbows resting on the pool’s stone ledge as the jets massaged my back. That’s the last thing I remember.
Acceptance comes after the storm. It poured and poured.
Rock climbing helps me realize that I am capable of beating all the “impossibles.”
The day I was born is the day the twin towers fell.
“A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one,” is the best compliment for an overachieving young adult trying to find their way around the world. At least it was for me.
The reality of missing school for a whole two weeks and dealing with the stares of society.
Written after submitting my Early Decision application, this essay shares the epiphany I was already having—one expedited by a choice that held so much weight over my future.
I had no clue where I was going—let alone what academic path I truly wanted to take—so you could say I was a bit overwhelmed on my first day of college.
The time spent at the rink was too short for me to spend it wallowing in my mistakes.
While I used to feel fractured when it came to my heritage, poetry has helped me realize that these fractures are, in fact, who I am.
A depiction of my journey in asking for help, this essay is my reminder that I deserve peace and welfare in a battle against the uncertainties and anxieties of my mind.
My time-out rug was white, with blue squares and tassels at opposite ends.
Chelsea Lin, Girls Write Now Mentee and My Simple Realization contest winner, writes about her grandfather.