Confessions of a Russian-New-Year's-celebrating Orthodox Jew

A first-generation American finds a balance between the strange dichotomy of Soviet culture and her rediscovered religion.

"You know, New Year's is a Christian holiday." I say this as my mother chops onions and throws them into a frying pan.

"Kakoi Christian?" she shakes her head. "You think we knew anything about Jesus when we lived there? Do me a favor, fetch me two more onions."

I sigh and go to the pantry. It had been the same argument every year, as my yeshiva teachers...