Reproductive Choice-Making
Earlier this year, the Rumpus’s own Sari Botton described the burden of living with our reproductive choices in Confessions of a Good Girl. But what of the men in all…
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OG DAD #20: ONE YEAR BIRTHDAY EDITION
Family Fun With Dora The Explorer And Her Troubling Butt-Button
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Race Matters
You're an enlightened, New World kind of dad--you don't expect your son to be some macho athlete. If only he would run the dash...
OG DAD #17: These Things Happen
Even now, transcribing the chunk of New Dad convo from my notebook to my computer, I feel like drilling a hole in my skull and pumping Purell inside.
OG DAD #16: ZERO DARK DIRTY DIAPER
I read in The New York Times about feces transplants—quite possibly the future of post-antibiotic intestinal medicine—and the future of my entire family suddenly seemed rosy.
OG DAD: Milkaholic
It’s been forty-three days since Baby N came in for landing. Maybe too early to wax sentimental, but not, I hope, to revisit the particular weirdness of Mondo Maternito.
OG DAD: Insane in the Membrane
So, we’re back in the OB/GYN waiting room. Our baby still hasn’t come. The suspense, as they say, is killing me.
OG DAD: The Texas Jew Panel
For reasons I explained last time around, we are having our little she-creature in Austin, which has a reputation as the hipster heart of Texas.
OG DAD: The Hum
OG Dad will recount the adventures of a man who, in the proverbial autumn of his years, or at least the pre pre-autumn, discovers his girlfriend is pregnant. And having a baby. Whereupon hijinks, cosmic and mundane, ensue.
THE BLURB #19: The Complete Thing
“As those early days blurred into weeks, I watched my newborn son losing weight. How could it be that we did not know how to feed our son? Where was our midwife now? Why, in the middle of this enormous city, were we so isolated? We needed help. We were doomed. We’d always been doomed.”
Honoring an Amazing Writer and Father
“He had raised three of us single-handedly following my mother’s premature death when we were five, seven and nine. It was the 60s, when single fathers didn’t do that sort…