Writing to Heal: Talking with Emilly Prado
Emilly Prado discusses her debut essay collection, FUNERAL FOR FLACA.
...moreEmilly Prado discusses her debut essay collection, FUNERAL FOR FLACA.
...moreIt hadn’t felt like teasing. It felt the way it always did these days—that I had disappointed her.
...moreElle Nash discusses her new short story collection, NUDES.
...moreAll I want is to feed myself like a person who wants to be fed.
...moreZaina Arafat discusses her debut novel, YOU EXIST TOO MUCH.
...morePerfection over pasta. Beauty over bread. The more it hurt, the better.
...moreFind and replace. Food for alcohol. Daughter for dad.
...moreJennifer Pastiloff discusses her first book, ON BEING HUMAN.
...more“Trust that if you want to write that much it will find a way out of you.”
...moreI am an oracle who, while dispensing answers to all those who seek them, cannot predict my own future.
...moreI eat, and eat, and eat, and mourn.
...moreJenny Valentish discusses her memoir, WOMEN OF SUBSTANCES.
...moreElissa Washuta discusses her chapbook, STARVATION MODE.
...more“I want to make a case for the serious, literary legitimacy of the female experience of self-construction.”
...moreWithout men around to impress, I discovered my own taste—what desire meant beyond the desire to be desirable.
...moreFor Huffington Post’s Highline magazine, Jason Fagone profiles a trauma surgeon working to make a small dent in our country’s problem with gun violence. At Catapult, Abbey Fenbert writes a funny, heartfelt essay about trying to ban books in the seventh grade.
...more“No one knows how to handle it,” I tell her, but I can see she’s angry and I’m speaking into the wind.
...moreJade Sharma discusses her first novel Problems, the complicated feelings that came with debuting to rave reviews, and her writing and editing processes.
...moreThe world around me looked suddenly sharper, more sinister, the female body where I lived appearing so much more penetrable, exposed, and impossible to hide.
...moreWhile I was in residential treatment, my Scrabble games with my mom slowed down. We both lingered over our turns, taking longer than usual to make the next move. Normally I rush to play my turn, keeping the tab open on my screen and the notification email in my inbox to rile up my OCD […]
...moreTurning onto my street and looking south I feel the ground drop beneath me every time—I turn the corner and the sidewalk falls. I feel invisible then, as if I’ve vaporized.
...moreI always say the last time was the last time, and I always mean it, but I’m scared I’ll relapse again.
...moreThe day you follow me to that mound of oyster shells on the beach is the day I realize muscle and bone have been at war for a long, long time.
...moreThe banality of evil hides in people, and who they unleash it upon become forever tainted by their names. They become one. Creator and monster. Evil by association.
...moreI began to lack reality. I took to baggy tops and A-line silhouettes to hide my poking collarbone, my meatless hips. I took up as much space as I could in bulky sweaters. I compensated for my diminishing reality by covering over my negative space.
...moreSunday Rumpus editor Gina Frangello has a beautiful essay over at The Manifest-Station (run by Rumpus Contributor Jennifer Pastiloff) that reflects back on her days dealing with anxiety, an eating disorder, and getting out. “In an Afterschool Special, the crazy girl who is afraid of unopened packages of food would get help somehow, would have […]
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