divorce
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In My Clothes
My cousin and I are in matching dresses with purple buttons, lavender yarn in our braids. Our mothers take us to Sears Portrait Studio, where we sit together in front of a marbled blue sky. I’m into it, all of…
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My Nixon Years
For me, although the decade would also give us disco and Norman Lear sitcoms and my absolute favorite bell-bottomed striped green pantsuit, the 70s were all about Nixon…
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Lisa’s Book Round-Up
I wouldn’t be much of a book columnist if I didn’t celebrate Alice Munro and her much deserved Nobel Prize for Literature. It surprises me, the number of people who have never read Munro. If you’re one of them, you…
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Utensils
So now it’s 2013 and a souvenir of that ’70s divorce-era design resides in the dark, shared bed of a slim drawer in our kitchen, in the house of my first and only marriage.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Last First Day
“My desires had now become too big, the call to a larger life too loud to be easily hushed.” As her children age and her identity as a Mother shifts, the author must step outside the safety of an outgrown…
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Artifacts
Question: How many years after realizing they weren’t in love did your parents stay together?
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Weekend Rumpus Roundup
Here’s hoping you were too busy attending panels and buying Write Like A Motherfucker mugs at this year’s AWP to read The Rumpus this weekend. And here’s hoping you’ll read the two spectacular essays we ran right now. The first…
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Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying
No one comes in to check on me, no one asks if I’m okay after I finally emerge, embarrassed, my eyes completely red. They all love me, but not enough to forgive what I’m about to do.
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Albums of Our Lives: Tori Amos’s Strange Little Girls and Little Earthquakes
I was fourteen when Strange Little Girls was released and I was fifteen when my parents decided to separate.
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Irreconcilable Differences
Gary Lutz’s new collection, divorcer, tells seven stories of divorce that will captivate every reader―single, married or divorced.
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Songs of Our Lives: Frida Hyvönen’s “Pony”
His loneliness lay around me like a fence. The promise was that once I solved the loneliness the fence would dissipate. But I couldn’t solve it.
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Boys and Girls Like You and Me
“The earth was crowded with people who would never try to find me if I disappeared. A person is missing only if another person misses them.”