I also secretly believed in magic mirrors. Even as a shy little Soviet girl, I dreamed that across the magic glass someplace there was another land, one of skyscrapers reaching into the clouds, and giant bridges of steel that hung from the sky.
I reached that land as a teen in 1993, when I stepped out of the JFK airport in New York City. I found my real home, met a man of my dreams, fell in love with the English language, moved into the Jersey suburbs, and got myself a beautiful, complicated American life.
After college I became a newspaper journalist and had quite an adventure chasing stories, keeping tabs on local officials, or just poking my nose everywhere it’d fit. Then I stayed home with my two kids and got started on what would become a very winding writing journey. As the kids got older (way too fast!), I spent more time freelancing, editing and interning for a literary agency, looking to build a new career, writing, writing, writing all the while.
Now I teach High School English in Camden, New Jersey (and loving it!). I write for young adults. And I still believe in magic.
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