The Monday Book – From Borsch to Burgers: A Cross-Cultural Memoir by Ruslana A. Westerlund

Guest review by Janelle Bailey, retired Literature teacher.

This book was recommended by a friend and former colleague when I shared via social media a photo of a short stack of “to reads” I’d collected aimed to help me learn more about not only Ukraine and its people and literature but also about the people and literature of the surrounding countries as well, while brushing up on my geography to do the initial research.

Westerlund’s book was then added to the stack and was the first that I pulled to read. Her book was published in 2019, so it was written prior to the current crisis in the Ukraine, but it provides some great background on and understanding of Ukrainian culture and life there, valuable to anyone wishing to understand better Ukraine and its people, which helps any of us to better empathize with the current crisis there.


I very much enjoyed the sincerity of this story and Westerlund’s honest conveyance of her cross-cultural experiences; she was born in 1973 and left Ukraine in 1995, and she highlights aspects of her life prior to 1995 and which became part of her Ukrainian self, as well as developments since 1995 and which have helped to develop her Ukrainian-American self. Additionally as she is first teaching, and then marries and raises her two American sons, she is often still feeling at times that she is straddling that cultural divide. And I suspect that this is all a new struggle as well, as far away as she now lives from “home” and much of her family yet, and as real their daily challenges currently.

The more I read, though, the more I felt that while Westerlund describes much of this as Ukrainian culture vs. American culture, there are so many things that are handled differently from family to family or region to region even right inside of the United States, such that it is possibly easier to confront and define and address them when the two parties are from different countries than it is when they are both American, say, but raised with different values, different traditions, etc. There is a certain respect for another’s actually different country and its culture and customs that is almost easier to learn about and from and ultimately respect than when it is just differing family practices, traditions, customs and all within the same country/state/community. I see these latter differences leading more often to conflict and arguments than the learning and understanding and acceptance of those differences that can come with the former.

Probably my favorite part of the book, personally, was when she discussed the difference between direct and indirect communication, her having to learn to value “small talk,” for instance, and also explaining that as a cultural difference. And I thought, whoa…this is a difference among individual Americans as well…and very much leads to the same kinds of conflict Westerlund describes, the misunderstandings and the confusion. I thought about how much more I value and honest and sincere conversation than someone asking “How was your weekend?” and not even expecting much as thoughtful return, much like asking, “How are you?” but not truly wanting to know. My recent reading of The Collaborative Way and its principle of “generous listening” has prompted me to evaluate conversations in a whole new way. Westerlund has done all of that work as well.

I also very much appreciate her humor, her inclusion of recipes and food traditions—I actually successfully made and served my first Ukrainian Easter paska last weekend using the recipe Westerlund shares in the book. It’s yummy and pretty! And I appreciate her vocabulary and storytelling voice…and her heart. Ruslana Westerlund is a smart, strong woman, and most will gain much from reading this. I am very pleased to have read it…and look forward to making some borsch as well and to reading Westerlund’s next book, whenever she finds time to write that now that she has become the voice of Ukrainian-Americans and organizer of numerous relief efforts, as well as a speaker-in-high-demand during this new crisis.

Hey, Ho, For the Open Road #1

Jack makes it on time yet again – wonders will never cease!

This may be the first of a series of car stories –

There are two times in my life when I came close to death, and one happened in the early 1970s. I owned a mark 1 Triumph Spitfire, an open top convertible sports car with (in my case almost literally) a fatal flaw. The early models, like mine, had an unusual rear suspension – a transverse leaf spring with the rear wheels at either end. There were a few cars with this design including the VW Beetle, and Ralph Nader did research and found out that many crashes had resulted. Later models were redesigned!

I was driving from my home city of Dunfermline to the nearby town of Kirkcaldy by way of a narrow and twisty country road via the hamlet of Puddledub. It was autumn and there were lots of leaves on the road. I entered an s-bend with a banking on the opposite side that had rain water running down from a field.

That’s when the rear wheels lost grip and tucked in. The problem with the transverse spring meant that it was now running on the tire walls instead of the tread!

That’s also when my car slid across and up the banking, then turned over and cartwheeled down the road, completely out of control. It went from front to side to back and side and on and on like that. Remember this is an open top car and could have landed either side up. In these early models the rear view mirror was on top of the dash, so every time the car landed on its front my head hit that mirror – I still have the scar.

Another motorist ahead of me in a Jaguar saw the whole thing in his mirror and came back to check on me. I had blood streaming down my face but the Spitfire had landed the right way up and I was alive, so off he drove.

The car was a write off/totaled so I used the insurance money to buy my first MGB.