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…
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…
There is something I have only recently begun to understand about being the first generation. You are never entirely alone. Not even when you are sitting at the kitchen table…
Author: Milanka Sulejic When I was a kid, I thought my family was weird.Not bad weird.Just… Serbian weird.I didn't have the vocabulary for it then. I only knew that other…
Art is a form of human creation, something that moves through imagination, skill, and emotion. Sometimes it’s aesthetically pleasing, other times brutally truthful. For some, it becomes a way to…