parenting
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An Oral History of Myself #15: Neil Elliott
This is probably one of those interviews where I should keep my mouth shut but you’re my son.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Sweetest Kidnapping
[S]ometimes you don’t know you’re experiencing a fairytale until years later.
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A Year In The Life: An Introduction
Musician and writer Lara Downes and composer Daniel Felsenfeld embark on a year-long collaborative project, A Year in the Life, and chronicle their journey.
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The Girl Who Wanted to Fly
We handled almost everything differently, her way of seeing the world so different from mine. She wanted to fly; I wanted to stay on the ground.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Valuation Methods
In some of my fantasies, I make a pitch for art or for truth, defend them like commodities.
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The Gift of Gratefulness
The worst insult people hurl at adoptees is that they are “ungrateful” and should “go back” (to their “own” countries, to their old families). That is the moment when adoption becomes a gift—because that is the moment when it becomes…
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Balancing Motherhood and ‘Writerhood’
Over at Lit Hub, Katy Simpson Smith discusses finding the time to write as a mother, and the difference between claiming the term “writer,” and claiming it as a job: Here on this Farm, this midwifery utopia, I am surrounded…
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The Rumpus Interview with Elisabeth Egan
Elisabeth Egan discusses her debut novel, A Window Opens, life as a book lover, workplace jargon, and the question we should ask ourselves in place of can we “have it all”.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Thorpe Moeckel
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Thorpe Moeckel about his new book Arcadia Road, the challenge of writing long poems, raising twins, and camo thongs.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Displeasure of the Table
What strange hurts hide in the lettuce, the strawberries, the chicken, the melon, the spinach? What dark poisons may turn the eating violent?
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Proof of Passage
The scrutiny left me angry and exposed. We know; we are not whole. The unraveling was so slow; we were each undone, stitch by stitch.
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Eat Your Peas
Having some novelist (or poet or playwright) assert an individual consciousness—in and of itself— is a profoundly threatening act if you’re a dictator.