Usually, I just like to go. I was born in Russia. I didn’t have a first name for a month, then I was named after a breed of strawberry growing on my grandmother’s dacha in Nizhniy Novgorod, Russia. My full name is Victoria but I hate being called that because I don’t think I’ll ever grow into it.
When I was five my parents decided that Russia was unhealthy for human beings and hightailed it to America.
Growing up, I knew 2.5 other Russian Jews and no one was writing about our experiences. I also didn’t know anyone else that was as weird as me. So, sometimes I write about being Russian and Jewish. But sometimes I write about feminism, careers, tech, Nutella, running, or what I did yesterday.
Before Philly, we used to live in and love Washington, D.C. and I will always bring up why DC is better than Philly. Before that, Mr. B proposed to me in a synagogue in the city of Prague, which I hated. (Prague, not the synagogue or the proposal.) Before that, Mr. B’s family and my family immigrated from the former Soviet Union.