Get Your Lunch Ticket


The fourth issue of Lunch Ticket is out and it features some of our Rumpus contributors! The featured essay is by contributor and former editor Seth Fischer. Here is a taste of his essay, “How To Make Your Family Proud”:

“My essays have cost me clients, and some day they may cost me more than that. Some people can’t tell their stories honestly because it could cost them their lives, careers or children, which is why this has to be a choice that each of us makes for ourselves. But I also think sometimes, we’re more afraid than we need to be. Often, though not always, we will find that the world is much kinder to us than we would expect, that it will move to fit our truth once we tell it, because we are making it safer for other people around us to tell the truth, too.”

The issue also features an interview with Rumpus contributor Wendy C. Ortiz. Here is a sampling of her interview:

“I don’t worry that I’ll ever run out of memories. I’m constantly writing lists. I have notebooks full of lists of random memories, and they’re just sort of signposts to go back and remember this, or go back and look in the journal at this. They can be so random and they can be so short, but it’s the way I know I’m not going to run out of memories because there are so many there.

The advice that I would give is to constantly read personal essays, all the time. See what people are doing and how they’re doing it and what you appreciate and what makes you think, “Oh that doesn’t really work for me, but why doesn’t it work for me?” Think through those personal kinds of questions.”

Ashley Perez lives, writes, and causes trouble in Los Angeles. She has a strong affinity for tattoos, otters, cat mystery books, and actual cats, but has mixed feelings about pants. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles. She runs the literary site Arts Collide and does work of all varieties for Women Who Submit, Entropy, Jaded Ibis Press, and Why There Are Words. You can find her on Twitter at @ArtsCollide. More from this author →