Serbia. For me: baklava, sarma, palacinke, family, roots, the old country. For the uninitiated: a small landlocked country in southeastern Europe separated from the rest of the continent by the Danube river in the north, and from the Mediterranean by the Alps in the west.
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Roxane Gay’s “The Price of Black Ambition” in VQR Roxane Gay is having a moment. Her moment, to be exact. With two books—the novel…
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When I first met el Gordo – antes de que lo llamara el Gordo, cuando todavía era Jorge – we spoke puro español.
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When I was younger I used to fantasize about having a button I could press that would pause the world around me while I caught my breath, had a nap…
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The fog crept past the streetlight, swallowing the clouds of smoke we blew out, skinny or fat or from our noses in dragony tendrils.
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You are riding in the back of a pickup truck. You come face to face with…a chicken. It is fluorescent purple, and stuffed with candy.
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was almost there, barreling along I-54 through the valleys where the New Mexican plateau drops and the land pours a deep, scarred red around…
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