Hard to Swallow: Allie Rowbottom’s Jell-O Girls
Jell-O, that seemingly innocuous, gem-colored dessert, has a darker history than one might expect.
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Posts Tagged: mothers and daughters
A Séance of a Book: Talking with Allie Rowbottom
Allie Rowbottom discusses her debut memoir, JELL-O GIRLS.
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Emboldened to Ask: A Conversation with Natalie Singer
Natalie Singer discusses her debut memoir, CALIFORNIA CALLING.
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Beautiful Evil: The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah
Alaska attracts those looking to be free from the constraints of society.
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Curse of Beauty
My daughter is beautiful. I wanted to be beautiful. And isn’t she a reflection of me?
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What It Is to Be Human: Talking with Ottessa Moshfegh
Ottessa Moshfegh discusses her new novel, MY YEAR OF REST AND RELAXATION.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Amy Fusselman
Amy Fusselman discusses her new book, IDIOPHONE!
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You Can Never Escape the Jersey Shore
To watch Jersey Shore is to watch my fantasy, only it’s an imperfect recreation.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Today, You’re a Black Revolutionary
The important thing to remember when climbing a pole, a rope, a mountain is to not look down.
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #140: Alicia Kopf
“We need narrative patterns to understand reality.”
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Wanted/Needed/Loved: Viv Albertine’s Emotional Investigation
I’ve worked through the pain, and made something useful and creative out of it.
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Coming Clean
Intellectually, I know Gracie’s mom loves her and needs help. In practice, I just want my daughter safe.
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A Part of Me
Now my not wanting men to be front and center in my life capitalized sperm into a rare commodity. Empowered reproduction is largely a myth.
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The Ritual
It’s not easy being the mother of a dead child. In fact, it may be the hardest kind of mothering there is.
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Voices on Addiction: Spontaneous Combustion
I remember hunger the way other children remember love.
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Mothering Our Children and Ourselves: Molly Caro May’s Body Full of Stars
As May moves through what she now calls her “postpartum challenge,” she does not return to her old self, but instead becomes someone new.
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Splintered Doors
This journey is ongoing. But I know this: my daughter will never have to break down a door.
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I Can’t Shake the Guru Bhagwan
In 1979, my mother decided she wanted to join Bhagwan’s ashram in Pune, India.
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The Thread: Goddesses and Monsters
Let’s take the women in our lives, and the women who came before us, off the pedestals but also, out of the graves of irrelevancy.
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The Color of Discipline
The violence inflicted by black parents onto their children was born out of both love and a deep, abiding fear for that child’s ability to survive the American caste system that devalues black life.
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The Depths We Don’t Have Words For: Sally Bliumis-Dunn’s Echolocation
[R]eading these poems feels like looking down into deep water, being able to see only so far and no farther.
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On Birds, Cats, and Children
My devotion to the cats was not an imitation of human motherhood. To confuse the two, I thought, was an insult to both.
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Rumpus Exclusive: An Excerpt from Tessa Fontaine’s The Electric Woman
Sometimes a story suddenly changes.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Of Birds Alit in Trees
Her name is Selvakumari, but the name catches like a vine in the family’s mouth, comes out bungled and limp. They call her Sally.
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Voices on Addiction: A Conversation with Andrea Jarrell
I didn’t want to be edited in that way. I needed to tell my story.
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House Rules: Lessons in Autofiction
You try to pass yourself off as a rock and the water just laughs. You try anyway.
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TORCH: The Reunion
He was and still is a stranger, uninhabitable and distant like a whisper in a language I don’t quite understand.
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The Thread: Volcanoes
Is there a relationship between the violence that came through me, and the violence that came at me?
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Rumpus Exclusive: “Passing as Privileged”
I don’t feel ashamed of my history, I feel ashamed of letting it be erased.
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