Maybe Lisel isn’t a distant cousin, but I still love schnitzel.

All my life, I’ve been told my ancestry was fairly straightforward: Russian on my mom’s side, Czechoslovakian on my dad’s. No matter which way I sliced it, I was descended from poor peasant folk in Eastern Europe. Nothing glamorous, just a bunch of sheep and goat herders struggling to make a living off the landContinue reading “Maybe Lisel isn’t a distant cousin, but I still love schnitzel.”

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