FUNNY WOMEN #83: Rejection Letter
Certainly you are aware that Haughty is the largest magazine in the world, so we must assume that your submission was a mistake.
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OG DAD: Milkaholic
It’s been forty-three days since Baby N came in for landing. Maybe too early to wax sentimental, but not, I hope, to revisit the particular weirdness of Mondo Maternito.
Revising the Revisionists
I suffer from the primary carpet-bagging compulsion of the northern writer living in the South:
A History of Identity
In March 2012, I published a letter as part of a subscription program begun at The Rumpus. The following poem is fashioned from language contained in the responses to that…
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #142
THE PUDDLE I STEPPED IN ★★★★★ (5 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing the puddle I stepped…
Conversations With Writers Braver Than Me: Cheryl Strayed
Sari Botton talks with Cheryl Strayed about how she keeps finding the courage to be honest in her work—about herself and others around her.
Readers Report: The Gamble
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “The Gamble.”
The Rumpus Interview with Mark and Jay Duplass
Since premiering at Sundance in 2002 with This is John, Mark and Jay Duplass have acquired a reputation for making emotional family-driven films on the budget of a shoestring, while also finding success with studio backed films like Cyrus and Jeff, Who Lives At Home.
A FAN’S NOTES, THE RUMPUS SPORTS COLUMN #43: Mohawk Mama
Perhaps you’ve seen the photograph of Italian striker Mario Balotelli embracing his mother after scoring two emphatic goals in Italy’s recent 2-1 Euro semifinal victory
The Rumpus Interview with Jeffrey Brown
Comic aficionados have been aware of Jeffrey Brown’s talents since the publication of Clumsy in 2002, a raw and honest graphic novel about a promising, but ultimately doomed, long-distance relationship.
Black Wings: Love, Loss and Life as a Humanitarian Aid Worker in Iraq
It was a cool, blue morning in Baghdad. I stood in the rubble of a bombed out building, a shell of what it had once been.