In this month’s essay, Katia Raina remembers how, as a child in Ukraine, her mother used to tell her secrets, “that she believed in God, that I was Jewish, and that I should be proud of a thing like that. That someplace on the other side of the world there was an incredible land called America, where my grandfather lived, a place where buildings reached into the clouds and people wore bright-color clothes, and were free. She promised one day she would take me there, and that I, too, could be free. She told me another secret: she had a magic mirror, in which she could always see me, no matter how far away she was.”
What secrets has your mother shared with you? If you looked in her magic mirror, who would you see?