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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...moreBut we can make choices if we want to live. I believe that.
...moreI trust, nowadays. I have to keep at it
...moreJenny Valentish discusses her memoir, WOMEN OF SUBSTANCES.
...moreThis world doesn’t have to like me. But it does have to reckon with me, with my humanity.
...moreSo I said nothing. To protect you, and to protect myself.
...moreStaring at that profile picture, I couldn’t not click.
...moreThe truth is different. The truth is always different.
...moreKristi Coulter discusses her debut essay collection, NOTHING GOOD CAN COME FROM THIS.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreAdmitting I had been raped meant confronting the landscape of my sexual history.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreI didn’t want to be edited in that way. I needed to tell my story.
...moreI don’t remember when [my brother] ran away; I just remember him being gone more often than not.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreIt’s never the words I remember. It’s their taste: bitter, dense, like biting into a radish. It’s how my body feels: sore.
...moreI’m writing about the border through the eyes of children because the border is a problem of the imagination.
...moreScaachi 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.
...moreWhen 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.” […]
...moreWhat I’m saying is I was a fucking wreck and it’s not my dad’s fault.
...moreMila 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.
...moreThis 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.
...moreWas 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.
...moreThe men in my family don’t live long, you foretold. Damn you. Drunks and rock stars don’t grow up.
...more…the connection between the throat and heart and that which they represent: voice and love.
...more[A]ll over town, pits in the ground stayed pits in the ground. Those cavities were my consolation. For the moment, we were all in the hole.
...moreJaquira Díaz discusses the challenge of writing about family members, her greatest joy as a writer, and her literary role models.
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