Diasporic Postcards: SAY YES TO THE DRESS

Diasporic Postcards: SAY YES TO THE DRESS

Diasporic Postcards: SAY YES TO THE DRESS It has been countless months since I’ve added a new piece to this series. The truth is I knew from the start of the intensified conflict in Ukraine that the time would come when the war would become ‘normalized.’ And when it...
Diasporic Postcards: SAY YES TO THE DRESS

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: SAY YES TO THE DRESS

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: SAY YES TO THE DRESS

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...
Diasporic Postcards: SAY YES TO THE DRESS

Diasporic Postcards: MOTHERLAND

Diasporic Postcards: MOTHERLAND I’ve been dreaming a lot about my parents since Ukraine was invaded. It was nightly at first, but it’s now less frequent. But, the other night, I woke up to the voice of my mother calling me. I don’t remember the context of...
Diasporic Postcards: SAY YES TO THE DRESS

Diasporic Postcards: SOLDIERETTES

Diasporic Postcards: SOLDIERETTES In the fight for gender equality, there have been some developments that I have found disappointing and consider regressive. One has been the adoption by some women of the credence that they can only advance in the workplace...