Photo by Milos Petrovic We open our upcoming series of literary interviews with our conversation with Jelena Vukicevic, a professor of literature and a former bookseller. Jelena holds a BA…
Effia and Esi have never met. Their stories begin in the mid-18th century Ghana, when the British slave trade starts to flourish in the country. One of the two half-sisters…
Every October, I begin thinking about which haunted woman I would be. This is not the sort of question most people ask themselves. Most people are probably thinking about costumes.…
I love Halloween. There. I said it. Not in the casual way people say they like Halloween because they enjoy pumpkin pie or because their children dress up once a…
The first time I saw the box, I thought it was beautiful, which should probably have been enough of a warning, although I have never been particularly good at recognizing…
The first time my reflection blinked, I was seven. I told my mother. She slapped me. Not hard. Just enough to teach me that some things should never be repeated.…
There are things you inherit from your family that don't show up in photographs. You can inherit someone's eyes.Someone else's hands.A crooked smile that appears in three generations of wedding…
The costume was in a box labeled HALLOWEEN in my mother's handwriting. I found it three months after she died. There were other things in the box. A string of…