Issue 1.4 – Nonfiction

  From the mid-1950s through the late 1960s, my mother worked for a Chicago-area publisher as an editor of Young-Adult Christian fiction, and as a managing editor of two trade periodicals. When I was a young child, she would often read to me from the fiction galleys she brought home to work on. These readings…

Issue 1.4 – Fiction

  Caroline would never forget the sequence of events that morning.  They would forever be embedded in her mind, like where you were when Kennedy was shot, or what you were doing the morning of September 11th.  Whether you knew anyone who had been in New York, Chicago, or Seattle when bombs had gone off…

Issue 1.4 – Poetry

  White privilege attacked my family directly My son was the victim   We were shopping at Burlington Coat Factory, It was my birthday, a supposedly happy occasion   While my son played with his fidget spinner, I scanned the shelves, searching for bath & body products   We had only been in the store…