Saturday Rumpus Essay: Yodels
I like to push myself. How far can I go? How many slices of pizza can I eat and not die? How many Yodels until I hate myself?
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I was fourteen when Strange Little Girls was released and I was fifteen when my parents decided to separate.

We are beginning a new series called “The Last City I Loved.” Please send submissions to marie AT therumpus.net.
Chloe Caldwell’s inaugural piece is after the jump:
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When I was G-chatting with a friend a year and a half ago, he put a link into the little white box. “Please tell me you read this,” he said. The link was to Sugar’s column “The Baby Bird.” I hadn’t read it.
I interviewed author, Sarah Kilborne, who lives in the same town as I do, Hudson, New York, and takes banjo lessons downstairs in my father’s music store that I live above.
We had dinner a few months ago, where I picked her brain about the writing life, and we both overate pasta.
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I want to be awful. I want to do awful things and why not? Dull is dull is dull is my life.
I am looking at the things on my Ikea desk surrounding my 2007 Dell Computer that I am typing on. What I see from left to right: