The Interlude

A few months ago, a bunch of friends — some soon-to-be college grads and some fresh in the field — hopped on a Zoom call, worried about what the future would be like in the midst of a global pandemic. So much had changed so quickly. School went remote, work dried up, and life slowed down. As we spiraled about the dumpster fire that seemed to be enveloping the world, I knew one thing was constant: the love each one of us had for thoughtful, impactful storytelling — regardless of the woes of the world around us.

Even before the pandemic, I wanted to launch a publication where young writers can express themselves freely. (In the Before Times, I used to joke about getting VC funding to start a blog and drop out of school). Like many Latinas, I was tired. Tired of my perspective being “unpalatable,” “confusing,” or “biased.” I wanted to bring my whole self into my reporting.

I wasn’t alone in this feeling then and I’m not alone now. We needed a space where we wouldn’t be silenced by old cis white men or wouldn’t feel the pressure of waiting for the perfect moment to tell our stories and speak our truths. It was important to me to create writing and reporting opportunities for the people who are constantly told their identities hinder so-called objective journalism. This is a space for young women, people of color, and LGBT folks as we enter into a new stage of our lives. Thus, The Interlude was born.

Here you’ll read stories about power, culture, fashion, books, you name it. You’ll also find hard-hitting investigations, thoughtful poetry, and worthwhile criticism. All while retaining our whole selves.

We’re excited to be here. Have tips, questions, comments? Email us at interludeeditors@gmail.com.

— Izzie Ramirez, Managing Editor