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My daughter likes to bang her head off the floor. It makes a point—an especially guilt-tinged one, given that we had to get rid of our carpets due to a mold infestation, so now there’s no cushion between baby cranium and wood.

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Standard of Care

He has no short-term memory and will probably never walk again on his own. He was twenty-five when he was incarcerated for larceny over $250 in 2005. His name is Paul.

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Lisa’s Book Round-Up

I recently discovered a fascinating cookbook: Rufus Estes’ Good Things To Eat. Written in 1911, this cookbook is the first ever written by an African-American chef. Born a slave, Estes…

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Under the Table

The headaches, my difficulty focusing, my specimen-daze, that floating island, my spastic, nervous heart—which are side effects from drinking, and which were inevitable?

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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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Speech Therapy

They told my father three hours. Ideally, she would have needed to get to the hospital within three hours for the best chance of recovery from the stroke.

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Twenty-Seven

For two days, I fight the story welling up in me, denying the itch of the burn, the angry redness biting at my skin. And then I wake up the third day and say to myself, “My mom was raped when she was my age. When she was twenty-seven.”

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A Brief History of Swans

We frighten away boyfriends, lovers, strangers, and we do not mind, because we are together: together, we are glorious.

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Weekend Rumpus Roundup

We hope you were so busy taking your mamas out to brunch and showering them with love and appreciation that you simply had no time for The Rumpus this weekend.…

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My Mother, My Daughter

My mother became my daughter when I was nine years 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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Conversations with Writers Braver Than Me: Stephen Elliott

“We all think we’re retaliating,” Elliott writes. “We all think our actions are justified by someone else’s actions. But actually we’re responsible for what we do.”

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OG Dad #21: The Head Bang, the Hole In The Wall, and the Happy Fart

Standard of Care

Lisa’s Book Round-Up

Under the Table

Birth Story

Speech Therapy

Twenty-Seven

A Brief History of Swans

Weekend Rumpus Roundup

My Mother, My Daughter

Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying

Conversations with Writers Braver Than Me: Stephen Elliott

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