Do you have an elderly parent who has fallen victim to internet conspiracy theories? Has your politically moderate loved one begun spewing racist and militant r... Read More.
The week the pandemic hits, I break my lease in Little Haiti and drive fifteen hours up the I-95 to be with my parents. My father has bad lungs and I’m scared t... Read More.
In 1996, the year my mother died of a heroin overdose, Purdue Pharma started to sell OxyContin in the United States. The company aggressively marketed and promo... Read More.
The below essay, "rest begets rest," was written by Bianca Ng, TSW's 2020-2021 Artist in Residence, for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy. This essay is one of three pa... Read More.
by Malaka Gharib
On a recent afternoon at Tysons Corner Mall in Virginia, I detected — above the waft of Auntie Anne’s pretzels and the affront of vanilla a... Read More.
by Rashaan Meneses
“For some of us, language is a homeland…” - Gloria Anzaldúa, Borderlands/La Frontera
We live where the fog used to gath... Read More.
by Anne Liu Kellor
1. When the Ferguson shooting and protests erupt in 2014, I am stuck in my own cocoon, mourning recent betrayals in my marriage. Temporar... Read More.
by Katrina Otuonye
Before my jaw surgery, I got used to doctors holding my face in their hands. They cupped my misshapen jaw, measured my midline, open bite... Read More.
by Kofi Opam
“We”
Today I’m too angry to know what to do with myself, so I take a very hot shower and listen to loud music over the speaker: a song... Read More.
by Frances Lee
I’ve been thinking a lot about bridges over the past year.
Last summer, my partner and I moved from a bustling urban city to a working... Read More.
by Lori Lynn Turner
When a group of Alaskan women flew to Washington, D.C. to meet with Senator Lisa Murkowski during the Supreme Court confirmation h... Read More.
by Georgette Eva
Tokador.
When I say the word, there’s hesitation in my voice that I can’t help as soon as the first consonant leaves my tongue. The... Read More.
by Sharanna Brown
When I got the phone call the third time Daveonte was shot, I knew it was the last. Still, I held my breath. I bit my lip and my leg s... Read More.
Repentance
by Kayla Michelle Smith
One Friday each fall, Missionary Baptist girls from all over the state of Mississippi were excused from school to... Read More.