motherhood
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Gina Frangello Talks A Life in Men
Over at BuzzFeed, Rumpus contributor Julie Greicius interviews Rumpus Sunday Editor Gina Frangello about her new novel A Life in Men, the special bonds we form in adolescence, and why moms can still write about sex. Take a peek: I’m not really…
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With Child in Mongolia
Writer Ariel Levy offers a heart-wrenching account of adventure and coming into motherhood in her essay called “Thanksgiving in Mongolia,” featured in The New Yorker. People were alarmed when I told them where I was going, but I was pleased…
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Birth Story
This is the part of the birth story when the woman is supposed to tap into the primal strength of her ancestors, a pool with a hundred thousand years of depth…
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The Rumpus Interview with Daisy Fried
Poet Daisy Fried talks shop about the avoidance of being a Mommy Poet, machismo, how to create a poet advice columnist, and why “women’s poetry” is best compared to a tricked-out car.
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The Rumpus Interview with Elizabeth Scarboro and Lidia Yuknavitch
Both Yuknavitch and Scarboro, whose books echo each other in interesting ways, were willing to talk with me about this question of what to do with memoir, and much more.
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Channel B
We stood there long past what is appropriate for strangers. I like to think it’s because she was thinking the same thing I was.
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Beside Her
Once a bright and talented writer and professor, my mother now can no longer write. She tries, but she can’t spell her name, or mine, and letters run off the page. I am humbled by how quickly time passes and…
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Black Wings: Love, Loss and Life as a Humanitarian Aid Worker in Iraq
It was a cool, blue morning in Baghdad. I stood in the rubble of a bombed out building, a shell of what it had once been.
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What He Took
It’s two in the morning on the OB ward. Light filters into our dark room from the hallway, making a dim twilight around bassinet and bed. My first child, Emily, is twenty-seven hours old.
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Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying
No one comes in to check on me, no one asks if I’m okay after I finally emerge, embarrassed, my eyes completely red. They all love me, but not enough to forgive what I’m about to do.
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Albums of Our Lives: Willie Nelson’s Shotgun Willie
I refused to listen to the B-side. This was, I guess, an extension or reflection of the poverty of those years after leaving my marriage and buying the 10 Willie Nelson records at a small town Goodwill store for 10…
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Revenge of the Prey: How a Deer Killed My Dad
I always hated Father’s Day. Did I need to be reminded that I couldn’t remember my father?