Iran: One Woman’s War as told by Moniro Ravanipour

When Moniro Ravanipour speaks of home, her husky voice softens. Home for her is the…

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1. MY LOVER’S EYES ARE AS clear as a summer night. In the curls of…

Tía Milena / Milena Tía

“A quien Dios no le da hijos, el diablo le da sobrinos.” I never understood…

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    June 2016 “I/we see Aster(ix) as proactive. We are creating a home for…

Tita Norma Wore a Headscarf

Two hunched-over, broken-down, little old brown ladies amble up your block. Their wrinkled heads wrapped…

Behind A Sky The Color of Chaos, An Interview With M.J. Fievre

Natalie M. Léger: I would like to open this interview by thanking you for this…

Microeditorial: Tending to Our Daughters’ Gardens by Toni Powell-Young and Aisha S. Durham

The language of sustainability is familiar to us even if the word feels foreign. Beneath…

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Microeditorial: The History of Girls, Part II

My grandmother was a reader, my great-grandmother was a reader, my mother is a reader,…

The History of Girls

While we waited we were visited by the ghosts of the girls who had already…

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  after Night of the Living Dead (1968), 1:34:35, directed by George A. Romero and…