Tomorrow will mark seven weeks since I visited Obodivka, a place where I connected with my Jewish roots but in which I found no Jews.

As Dmitriy and I were leaving Obodivka on that memorable Sunday, after we visited my great grandparents' old neighborhood, after we saw...

It's 9:30 am at Kiev Airport as I await my connecting flight home to JFK.  I've been awake now for over 27 straight hours.  Having a 7:00 am flight from Odessa, I chose, instead of getting up very early to catch an Uber to the airport, to instead simply skip sleeping a...