The Last Book I Loved: After Birth
I wanted what Ari wanted: affirmation that I could be a good mother while making mistakes and having ugly, difficult thoughts.
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When the Book Ends, a Baby Weeps
What does one do with that ineffable sadness upon reaching the end of a good tale? This baby cries. Mashable has the video of the heartwarming little bookworm’s heartbreak.
OG DAD #26: The Greedy Fox
Phobic or diligent? You be the judge. All fodder to feed into the Daddy neurosis machine.
Weekly Geekery
Your new lesson plan: Be smarter than a computer. John Henry. But instead of a railroad, it’s a computer. And instead of John Henry, it’s NPR’s Scott Horsley. Your stories may not…
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: O Martyr My Martyr!
In most communities, teachers are compensated so poorly and afforded so little respect that in many cases the primary compensation is martyrdom.
Build-A-Bear
Other kids were just the grab-bag prize their parents were stuck with when they unwrapped it, whereas mine had gone shopping and picked me.
Is That So?
I’ve got milk. I’ve got it soaking through disposable nursing bra pads, small disks the size and shape of sand dollars, and dripping down my shirt. Jesus, how much, exactly, is there? you wonder. Or not.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Fall
We are always falling, all the time, under the sway of one another, in and out of love.
The Rumpus Interview with Elisa Albert
Elisa Albert discusses her new novel, After Birth, postpartum depression, childbearing, and the misogyny of modern medicine in pathologizing the normal processes of birth and the female body.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Young Women Always Have Something to Sell
I am poked, prodded, stripped down, exposed. It is only now that I am writing this that I am discovering I have feelings about it.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Only Thing That Matters
The lake was moody, like us. It never looked the same; it was always changing its mind.
Post-Partum Regression
My husband went back to work, and then my mom flew back to Florida, and it was just me and the baby. Alone together, but no longer the us we had been when I was pregnant.