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Sorry For My Loss
Her dad wasn’t even some eccentric billionaire with an army of lawyers—half the money she would’ve inherited was frittered away on obscure cryptocurrencies and perplexing amounts of wild-caught salmon. But it is still a sizable sum of money, so here…
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Braiding a Story of Self into the Inherited Trauma of War: A Conversation with Jason Prokowiew
“I was getting encouragement to bring myself into the story. That’s when I found the year-long Memoir Incubator at Grub Street. I got into the Incubator on a Tuesday. The day after that, I searched for a therapist. I knew…
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In Praise of Rewatching
My baseball-loving dad may be long gone, but my Blu-ray of Field of Dreams remains at the ready. And if I play it, he will come.
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Reflections on “What Is Freedom?”
As our “What is freedom?” initiative comes to a close, we at The Rumpus wanted to look back at the thought-provoking range of responses we received. When we sent our prompt to this group of talented writers, thinkers, and artists…
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some roads I don’t care to travel anymore
Fridays, I drove Route 119 at sunset toward your old home, turning off at the potholed road to clatter through meadows dotted with cows and cornflowers,
