parenting
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Lessons from The Little Virtues
For the New Yorker, author Belle Boggs reflects on Italian writer Natalia Ginzburg’s collection of essays, The Little Virtues, and how the book influenced her own parenting philosophy. Boggs writes: The title essay considers what we should teach children—“not the…
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The Rumpus Interview with Paula Whyman
Paula Whyman discusses her debut collection You May See a Stranger, discovering truth in fiction, and how memory interferes with good storytelling.
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The Gender of Mothering
At Aeon, Clarissa Sebag-Montefiore writes on the language of “mothering” and the trans parents and activists seeking to define the work of mothering for themselves.
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The Rumpus Interview with Robin MacArthur
Robin MacArthur discusses her debut story collection Half Wild, life in rural Vermont, and how narrative—and fiction—is key to reaching across what divides us.
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Baking Lessons: Needing, Rising, and Letting Go
When I took those breaths, I also learned to say, “I am enough, I am enough, I am enough.”
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with David Rivard
David Rivard discusses his new collection Standoff, writing as both a public and private act, the interiority of reading, and Pokémon GO.
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A Good Mom, a Progressive Mom, a Cool Mom
At Catapult, Rachel Klein shares her experience as a mother of a transitioning child: I was worried, like most people are at their core, about myself. I was not being a “good mom,” a “progressive mom,” a “cool mom”; I…
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The Insanity of Eating
I didn’t usually consider how the binge felt. I just ate until I couldn’t eat anymore.
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Remnants
There were six people under the same roof, surviving but not living. Because living requires stories.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Skinning the Wildcat
My son was not born my son. My son was born my daughter.
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The Rumpus Interview with Ann Packer
Ann Packer discusses her most recent novel The Children’s Crusade, artistic mothers, the writer and her “first principle,” and the fight to like your own characters.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Milwaukee. Rust. A Baby.
By the light of early morning, I am writhing in pain again, the drugs are done. But there is a tiny creature—mammal, female—attached to my breast. That is supposed to make it more bearable.