Dear Readers of So to Speak:
This is my last issue as Editor in Chief of So to Speak. While it is bittersweet to be stepping down from my post, I am incredibly proud of what my staff has accomplished this past year and plans to accomplish within the coming years.
When I stepped in as Editor in Chief, I knew there were some issues our journal had to immediately address. Our literary journal strives for an intersectional feminist perspective. And while as editors we champion that ideal as we read through submissions, our mission statement simply did not reflect an intersectional ideology. As a staff, we had some difficult, yet productive, conversations about our feminist outlook that has played a large part in transforming our journal.
This past year, we’ve received more submissions than ever before. You sent us pieces that intersected with mental health, with gender identity, with domesticity, with immigration status, and race. One of my goals as Editor in Chief was to simply bring more diverse and compelling works of art into our literary world. I’m proud to say that we have exceeded these expectations, and I am pleasantly baffled at how much our journal, contributors, and readers have grown this past year.
We have dedicated our time to questioning, challenging, and changing what our intersectional feminism looks like to make sure our journal is as honest to itself and to its readers & writers. This is all to say that our momentum is because of our readers and contributors. Thank you for sending us beautiful pieces, for reading and sharing these pieces.
I am more than confident this journal’s incoming Editor in Chief, Alexandria Petrassi, will carry this journal to an even better place and keep necessary conversations going. Thank you so much for reading and watching this journal grow with me this past year. Being an editor has been such an important and vital experience for me, and I cannot wait to see how Alexandria and the incoming staff will further vitalize So to Speak.
Editor in Chief
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