Manhood
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Coyotes and Roses
I was a man and when the time came for my shot, I pulled the trigger and painted the prairie with coyote blood. Glenn was right. Being eaten while alive was unacceptable; the coyotes had to die.
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“Wear the Pants”
“Like many girlfriends and parents of the time, she was engaged in the quixotic task of encouraging a reluctant young man to manifest a more traditional version of manhood.”

