From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Lunch Money
Out here on the balcony, perched three stories above the ground, we’re in her world.
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Posts Tagged: mothers
From the Archives: Voices on Addiction: None of This Is Bullshit
I was fine. No one and nothing could hurt me.
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Emergency Lifeboats: 24 (12 on Each Side)
“What’s a six-letter word for ignoring truth,” she might say, without looking up from the puzzle.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Breaking Through
I read somewhere that sounds don’t stop, they keep going all the way into deep space, reflecting off whatever might be in the way and speeding infinitely on. My head feels like deep space, and those voices haven’t even begun to wind down in there.
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From the Archive: 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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Afterward, there was dead silence in the kitchen. I know because I held my breath. Even air molecules seemed to still.
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From the Archive: What Burns in the Pit
“Things can catch fire even when they let each other go. But we don’t give up. We don’t stop loving them.”
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ENOUGH: Thawing a Dream
A Rumpus series of work by women, trans, and nonbinary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
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Joy in Persistence: Siri Hustvedt on Writing and the Need for Adaptive Grandiosity
Everyone, even the most tell-all writer, withholds something in the interests of protecting herself or others, but my interest in my own stories has always been to use them to illustrate larger stories about the culture . . .
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Voices on Addiction: Motherless in Albertsons
I am sick with grief, triggered by my mother’s death, in turn triggered by Chardonnay.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Cynthia Dewi Oka
Cynthia Dewi Oka discusses her new collection, FIRE IS NOT A COUNTRY.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: My Mother Fires Guns
You are never really at peace with what you haven’t gotten.
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Turning the Lights On
I feel guilt in the not good enough I carry alongside the not bad enough.
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The Statue
The mother, too, is a monument. I am haunted by mine.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Amanda Moore
Amanda Moore discusses her debut collection, REQUEENING.
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Woven Fibers and Broken Threads: Katherine Agyemaa Agard’s of colour
To be imbricated in hundreds of years of colonial violence is to be entangled in colorist logics and stories of loss and belonging that are rarely linear or singular.
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project: Andrew Bertaina
“Life is incredibly sad, but it’s also funny, joyful, wonderful, and strange.”
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat with Gene Kwak
Gene Kwak discusses his debut novel, GO HOME, RICKY!
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Smoke Signals to the Dead: A Conversation with Jenny Qi
Jenny Qi discusses her debut poetry collection, FOCAL POINT.
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The Burden of Translation: Talking with Leonora Simonovis
Leonora Simonovis discusses her debut collection, STUDY OF THE RAFT.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Being the Baby’s Heart
I took a deep breath. A long one. And I started rocking again.
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The Trauma of Surviving: Tastes Like War by Grace M. Cho
Amid all this survival, Cho carries the reader through with the comfort of food.
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Voices on Addiction: Keep It Simple, Sweetheart
Finding joy in the now, even as death and difficulty mark the days, is possible, a choice, and a practice.
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All the Tired Horses
There is a cloudy line between noise and sound, routine and ritual.
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Wow, Mom!: Mom Genes by Abigail Tucker
The best books I have read about motherhood have not reassured me that these feelings will resolve.
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Creating a Fractured Whole: Megan Culhane Galbraith’s The Guild of the Infant Saviour
To have lost, found, and then lost again seems especially wrenching, a kind of unmothering.
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Pickled Tree Cookie
A fossil. A body. A message from a recovered life.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: A Disappointment
My miraculous children were mine, and mine alone.
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