Diasporic Postcards: DREAD

Diasporic Postcards: DREAD

Diasporic Postcards: DREAD While growing up, the Cold War was in full swing and life was black-and-white. Capitalism and democracy were good. Communism was bad. America was noble. The Soviet Union was evil. But black and white or not, I experienced my teenage years...
Diasporic Postcards: DREAD

Diasporic Postcards: GRIEF

Diasporic Postcards: GRIEF I had a day last week where I woke up feeling energetically paralyzed and even felt incapable of doing any kind of self-care. It caught me off guard because the previous day was a good one and I had even experienced moments of joy. But then...
Diasporic Postcards: DREAD

Diasporic Postcards: LANGUAGE

Diasporic Postcards: LANGUAGE Ukrainian was my first language, and my brothers and I were forbidden to speak English at home. To my parents, it was considered a sign of disrespect. My facility with the language was never up to my elder brother’s flawless...