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The Identity that Immigration Built

by Jhanvi Ramaiya

We are pleased to announce that the So to Speak Blog’s Immigration Limited Series is now open for submissions. Please read our submission guidelines and submit your pieces on Submittable.

To introduce the series, here is a letter about coming to a new country and finding a place to call home, written by So to Speak‘s very own Nonfiction Editor, Jhanvi Ramaiya.


My first view of …

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100 Lies

a collaboration by Debra Dean, Denise Duhamel, Angie Griffin, and Julie Marie Wade

(“Just remember: what you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening.” Donald J. Trump)


1. The sun continues to rise in the west, just as it always has. Trust me, I’ve studied these things.

2. Medical experts say I have such good genetics, I will never sprout a gray hair.

3. Obama went gray in office because the job was way over his head. Total disaster …

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Blog,Creative Work

#MeToo. Now What? | Jenny Fan Raj

by Jenny Fan Raj

How might we turn a hashtag into lasting social change?


The revelations keep coming, descriptions of sexual harassment and assault both disgusting and horrifyingly familiar. Amid the ongoing maelstrom of political gaffes and natural disasters, we are witnessing a wave of women coming forward to share stories of sexual assault and harassment. An endless row of survivors, lining up like lemmings to reveal private ordeals.

And yet …

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Nonfiction,Online Issues,Summer 2018

The Spider and the Fly

Maureen Ott

The morning I left him, I unrolled reams of toilet paper; it lay in soft defiance on the bathroom floor. He hated that. How many times do I have to tell you not to let the toilet paper touch the floor? 

His sister, meanwhile, couldn’t believe it. What kind of woman leaves her husband after forty-six years of marriage?

A question unanswerable back then. I was too focused on …

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Nonfiction,Online Issues,Summer 2018

The Tyranny of the Mirror

Christina Bartson

It’s 9:00 AM on a Monday morning in the Village. I’m on the fifth floor of Joffrey studios and I’m standing at the barre. My left hand just touches the wood railing and my right foot is extended in front of my nose. Stravinsky’s Les Cinq Doigts moderato spills from the grand piano at the front of the studio and I’m acutely focused on counting …

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