Women* Write the Balkans
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zuljevicmela.bsky.social
An incredible piece to be read many times. Ena, thank you for writing it.
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dinok.bsky.social
This left me gasping for air at the end. Magnificent and crushing. Thanks for sharing, @enaselimo.bsky.social
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irinaceric.bsky.social
This is an astonishing piece of writing.
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reyzlgrace.bsky.social
My God, what a magnificent, thoughtful, heart-wrenching piece.
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We’re looking for nonfiction—of any length or form—that dives into the many meanings and manifestations of embodiment in and of the Balkans.

Send us your pitches (50–100 words) by October 1 and join us for our first-ever Virtual Open House on September 24:

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Call for Pitches: Bodies of the Balkans
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enaselimo.bsky.social
An example of the inadvertent camaraderie you'll find in this publication, wherein Mela Žuljević mentioned my piece and I mentioned hers—completely by chance. 💙🥹
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We conclude our seasonal shorts series Balkan Blooms in the fields of central Serbia, where Olivera Lazarević remembers the legacy of Bulgarian seasonal labor.
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"For the first nineteen years of my life, before I moved to Belgrade for my studies, I watched my parents work our family’s land. Their labor was not merely a means of income but an obligation. My father, a geography teacher, and my mother, a retired teller, did not rely on agriculture to survive. They cultivated the land out of duty. Selling it would be a sign of failure, renting it out would be an act of laziness, neglecting it a betrayal."
Olivera Lazarević: When the Fields Spoke Bulgarian
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We just talked about picking wild asparagus - which I've never done - last night!
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Not all Balkan blooms are soft and fragrant—some are green, spiky, and delicious. This week, Rebecca Duras takes us to Istria for a hands-on introduction to the art of wild asparagus picking and shows us what to do with it once we’re back in the kitchen.🌱
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" I don’t know much about asparagus, just as I don’t know much about about mushroom foraging, butchering a pig, or driving away curses. I can’t know because my grandmother won’t teach me. She says I have what I learn in books and that is better because she only finished four years of school and this is a hard life and who would want the skills for a hard life. But I want to know."
Rebecca Duras: A Few Things I Know About Asparagus (and A Few More That I Don't)
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Not all Balkan blooms are soft and fragrant—some are green, spiky, and delicious. This week, Rebecca Duras takes us to Istria for a hands-on introduction to the art of wild asparagus picking and shows us what to do with it once we’re back in the kitchen.🌱
www.womenwritethebalkans.com/essays/a-few...
" I don’t know much about asparagus, just as I don’t know much about about mushroom foraging, butchering a pig, or driving away curses. I can’t know because my grandmother won’t teach me. She says I have what I learn in books and that is better because she only finished four years of school and this is a hard life and who would want the skills for a hard life. But I want to know."
Rebecca Duras: A Few Things I Know About Asparagus (and A Few More That I Don't)
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gpreda.bsky.social
wonderful project
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Spring is late and somewhat treacherous this year, but our first essay in the Balkan Blooms series is here, brought to you by Madeleine Corcoran.
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“The birch tree, the washing lines, and the way the pavements crackled with meltwater from the rooftops one day and froze over the next. This seemed to illustrate, the more I observed, that birth was not one event but a painful series of coming in and out of life.” Madeleine Corcoran: Mothers Who Eat the Good Strawberries
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Spring is late and somewhat treacherous this year, but our first essay in the Balkan Blooms series is here, brought to you by Madeleine Corcoran.
www.womenwritethebalkans.com/essays/mothe...
“The birch tree, the washing lines, and the way the pavements crackled with meltwater from the rooftops one day and froze over the next. This seemed to illustrate, the more I observed, that birth was not one event but a painful series of coming in and out of life.” Madeleine Corcoran: Mothers Who Eat the Good Strawberries
womenwritebalkans.bsky.social
Spring is late and somewhat treacherous this year, but our first essay in the Balkan Blooms series is here, brought to you by Madeleine Corcoran.
www.womenwritethebalkans.com/essays/mothe...
“The birch tree, the washing lines, and the way the pavements crackled with meltwater from the rooftops one day and froze over the next. This seemed to illustrate, the more I observed, that birth was not one event but a painful series of coming in and out of life.” Madeleine Corcoran: Mothers Who Eat the Good Strawberries