Nonfiction

What Does It Mean to Be South Asian in the New American South? | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Jun 5, 2019 | Best of Volume 2, Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 15

It is undisputed that the American South has long struggled with issues of color. Its history is deep with painful and bottomless scars. Today this region is home to a diverse spectrum of people of color as various ethnicities call this their home. This includes...

Collected Love Stories | Nonfiction

by TNSF | May 22, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 14

I I remember your Jeep, lipstick-red and volume up, the feeling of you gunning it under my seat, speeding over the lake extending endless on either side of the one-lane road. The sunset painted the sky pink, and I remember thinking this is perfect, he is perfect, life...

Hold That Tail! | Nonfiction

by TNSF | May 8, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 13

It was the year of the pig with no name.  When nonno brought home a baby pig from the livestock market in Campobasso in the early Spring, he cautioned me not to name it.  In previous years, including just a couple of months prior, I ended up squealing too when my...

Working Class Cows | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Mar 27, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 10

Image: Jonny de Jong, 30, owns the milk processing plant at his parents’ organic dairy farm, Working Cows Dairy. His mother, Rinske, 57, also produces Gouda cheese under the label Rinske’s Cheeses. Photo credit: Allison Salerno Alabama’s First and Only Organic Dairy...

Proof of Deliverance | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Mar 13, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 9

I was eighteen years old, sitting at my desk at my first receptionist job as the mailman approached, sorting through the mail, and said, “Oh, I’ve got a certified letter you need to sign for.” I froze, my heart beating so loud that it was pounding in my ears. My...

Bonded by a Flag | Nonfiction

by TNSF | Feb 13, 2019 | Nonfiction, Vol. 2, Issue 7

Without awareness, I exiled myself. Committed to being a foreigner, existing in near-constant visceral pain of missing Virginia’s Southside, until I can put my finger exactly on what I love and why and how. Until I can make sense of where I begin and my love for a...