The F-Word

January 30, 2014 • 1
Growing up in rural Virginia, I didn’t think much about feminism. To me, feminists were plump women with coiffed hair and suffragette sashes, women from a bygone era depicted in sepia photographs in history books. I didn’t meet a real live feminist until I was 16. The cosmopolitan center of my childhood was Richmond, a »

American Bodies

December 1, 2013 • 0
Nadia Ali had never left Baghdad. But in 2005, as she watched the city skyline fade into the distance, she knew that she would never go back to Iraq. She left behind her childhood home, her books and photographs, her friends, her aging parents. Her husband, Mohammed, left behind his job as a professor and »