ENOUGH: Leaving Buffalo Behind
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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Posts Tagged: drinking
Voices on Addiction: Jack and the Boss
My sobriety is still a mystery to me. Forty years this December.
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Voices on Addiction: Jokerman
My family rarely throws the word addiction around. If we do, it is whispered.
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Voices on Addiction: They Call It Spirits
Why was he so broken? And why did his broken make me feel broken, too?
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Lunch Money
Out here on the balcony, perched three stories above the ground, we’re in her world.
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Voices on Addiction: All the Ways to Save Your Life
But we can make choices if we want to live. I believe that.
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Voices on Addiction: Duet
I trust, nowadays. I have to keep at it
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Breathing into the Paper Bag: Talking with Jenny Valentish
Jenny Valentish discusses her memoir, WOMEN OF SUBSTANCES.
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Voices on Addiction: A Conversation with Kristi Coulter
This world doesn’t have to like me. But it does have to reckon with me, with my humanity.
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Breaking the Codes
So I said nothing. To protect you, and to protect myself.
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People You May Know
Staring at that profile picture, I couldn’t not click.
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Voices on Addiction: The Five Cs
The truth is different. The truth is always different.
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Building the Muscle: A Conversation with Kristi Coulter
Kristi Coulter discusses her debut essay collection, NOTHING GOOD CAN COME FROM THIS.
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ENOUGH: Untangling My Rape
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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ENOUGH: They Knew How to Take What They Wanted
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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All the Reasons I Texted My Rapist
Admitting I had been raped meant confronting the landscape of my sexual history.
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ENOUGH: He Could Kill Me
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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Voices on Addiction: A Conversation with Andrea Jarrell
I didn’t want to be edited in that way. I needed to tell my story.
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Voices on Addiction: What We Forget, What We Remember
I don’t remember when [my brother] ran away; I just remember him being gone more often than not.
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ENOUGH: The Art of the Cover Up
A Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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Voices on Addiction: The Taste Inside My Mouth
It’s never the words I remember. It’s their taste: bitter, dense, like biting into a radish. It’s how my body feels: sore.
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TORCH: Over the Borderline
I’m writing about the border through the eyes of children because the border is a problem of the imagination.
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An Experience and a Life and a Family: Talking with Scaachi Koul
Scaachi Koul on her debut essay collection One Day We’ll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter, learning to be patient with her own narrative, and three rules for book tours.
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The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #24: Must I Be an Angry April Fool?
When I attended professional acting school back in 1986 (the MFA program at UC Irvine, I proudly remark), I had a teacher ask me once, “Charles, are you able to feel any authentic emotion other than anger?” I paused for a bit and considered the question, before answering, truthfully, “No. I don’t suppose I can.” […]
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Daddy Issues
What I’m saying is I was a fucking wreck and it’s not my dad’s fault.
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Mila Jaroniec talks about her debut novel Plastic Vodka Bottle Sleepover,” writing autofiction, the surprising similarity between selling sex toys and selling books, and the impact of having a baby on editing.
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Womanly Arts
This is the hearth. This is the knot. This is home. The woman bent over a sewing machine, the steady hum of the motor, the needle rising and sinking.
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The Alienation of an Irish Abortion
Was it a dream? A nightmare? I felt like I’d been sold a lie. There was no husband or caring partner, no safe home or solid income. Just me, pregnant and alone, in an abortion clinic with my rapist.
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