babies
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The Rumpus Interview with Belle Boggs
Belle Boggs discusses The Art of Waiting about navigating through the difficulties of conception and fertility treatment.
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A Man’s ABCs of Miscarriage
I once heard the only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of thought, and I wonder if simply thinking about Sawyer’s sister until my head hurts could get us to the place we fear talking about.
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Weekly Geekery
New York Times readers who ignore The Economist: Danger, groupthink ahead. Data suggests police de-escalation can work. Goats have feelings, too. (Sheep, not so much.) Babies brainwash you with their cuteness. If the Ghostbusters need props, who you gonna call? MIT professors!
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Kill Shot
1964, a month prior to the anniversary of JFK’s assassination, a different home movie shot. Infant toss. Up-down. Plummeting. I’m ten months of age—picking up speed.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Service Area
Even though the summer customers were the worst, always impatient on their way west to the places of her dreams, she envied them.
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Anne Enright
Anne Enright, author of, most recently, the novel The Green Road, talks with Elizabeth Isadora Gold about motherhood in reality and in fiction, and writing beyond labels and easy definitions.
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Plankton (A Body of Stars)
Plankton either grows into something other than plankton—a strong swimming non-planktonic adult, like a crab or a fish, or it stays the same—forever drifting with the shifting tides.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Admission of Guilt
Last summer, I nearly killed my son. It was an accident, but the guilt I live with belongs to those whose malicious deeds are intentional.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Grow
I look like springtime, everyone agrees. Soon I’ve added a pair of gloves, brand new, but stomped in the dirt for authenticity’s sake.
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Paper Trumpets #29: Serpents/Babies
I like how these collages blend the cute innocence of 1950s clean-cut America with the slimy menace of tree-clinging serpents. It’s like a toddler version of the Garden of Eden.
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Lit Theorists for Babies
WOMAN: Peekabo! I see you! Peekaboo! I see you! BABY DERRIDA: How can another see into me, into my most secret self, without my being able to see in there myself? Over at The Toast, Mallory Ortberg has another entry, this…
