mothers
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Remembering Molly
Ten years later I still wondered about those aviator glasses and whether The Breakfast Club could restore us.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Thunder, Thighs
Over one third of the women in my survey had been called “Thunder Thighs” at some point in their life. Many were still haunted by this. None of them interpreted “thunder” to mean “power.
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The Saturday Rumpus Review: Little Minnie at the Movies
Being a teenager sucks. It’s not pretty or nice or sweet or kind.
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Oliver Sacks: Scientist, Seer, Sympathizer
Oliver Sacks brought neuroscience closer to popular understanding and in turn, brought people closer to each other. At The Toast, Laura Passin’s thoughtful tribute to Sacks by way of memoir: What he conveys in so many of his great case…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Forgiving my Father, the Serial Rapist
This bit of vital truth to the story of how I came to be came like a puncture—strong, sharp, and sudden.
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It’s Time
You read that your sister’s body—a towel still knotted around her neck— was found dressed in a nightie, panties, and one slipper. You are wearing a nightie, panties, and slippers as you read it. The words safe and trusting pop…
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Single Mother
I am not weak; in fact, no single parent has the cabinet space for weakness, or much cabinet space at all, for that matter.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Bill Cosby’s Faux Legacy
Bill Cosby was never the man, the icon, the protector and illustrator of black culture, the guide, the genius we have created in our minds.
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Write Like A Mother
In a poignant and funny essay, Vela Magazine’s Sarah Menkedick discusses being a writer while being a mother: The house looks as though someone has flipped it upside down and shaken it, we’re surviving off cans of refried beans, the poor…
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Queen of Decay
I wish it had been: Amy was a brilliant and tortured artist. Lets explore her brilliance. Let’s watch her perform.
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The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Jill Talbot
The author of The Way We Weren’t talks about why she decided to write about being a single mother, the effect it’s had on her daughter, and the adjunct crisis.
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SELF-MADE MAN #32: Grief is the Price We Pay for Love
My son, Mom said, even when it must have been so hard for her to rewrite the moment I was born, the one that belonged to her alone.