Posts Tagged: crying
To the Moon: Talking with Heather Christle
Heather Christle discusses her debut work of nonfiction, THE CRYING BOOK.
...moreA Lumpy, Misshapen Book: Talking with Elissa Washuta
Elissa Washuta discusses her chapbook, STARVATION MODE.
...moreThe Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Cost of Intimacy
Chasing intimacy can feel cheap—and yet intimacy we pay for can be meaningful. I find traditional therapy as awkward as sex, exposing my emotional self like I expose my body.
...moreFUNNY WOMEN #142: How to Be a Female Boss
An important part of being a female manager is letting the world know that you can have it all.
...moreThere Is No Such Thing as the Ugly Cry
Rachel Vorona Cote writes about the aesthetics of crying for The New Republic: To cry this way—vigorously, heartily, vulgarly—reveals vulnerability at the same time that it conveys physical might and mettle. Our bodies can speak for themselves, says the ugly cry. Women do not exist merely through representation; we are neither watercolor nor clay. For […]
...moreWhen 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.
...moreThe Saturday Rumpus Interview: Sarah Hepola
Editor and writer Sarah Hepola talks about her new memoir Blackout, how gender affects alcoholism, writing about female friendships, and the writers who’ve influenced her.
...moreThe Saturday Rumpus Essay: Stars Hollow, Revisited
They always find their way back to one another again.
...moreIn Space, No One Can Hear You Cry
Actually, according to this Atlantic blog post, in space, you can’t really cry at all. Astronauts can, certainly, tear up—they’re human, after all. But in zero gravity, the tears themselves can’t flow downward in the way they do on Earth. The moisture generated has nowhere to go. Tears, Feustel put it, “don’t fall off of your […]
...moreWhy They Cried
These stories by Jim Hanas are about something important: how much suffering arises in the gap between our public identities and whatever kernel of self is left inside.
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