parenting
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Is That So?
I’ve got milk. I’ve got it soaking through disposable nursing bra pads, small disks the size and shape of sand dollars, and dripping down my shirt. Jesus, how much, exactly, is there? you wonder. Or not.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Transparent and the Evolving Culture of Shame
There’s a ray of nuclear longing at the center of Transparent…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Frances and Emmet Find the Yes
I first discovered Russell and Lillian Hoban’s heroine Frances the Badger when I was five.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: A New and Magical Life
When she becomes pregnant while grieving her newly dead father, Amy Monticello rejects the comforting notions she’s offered about completing the cycle of life.
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Post-Partum Regression
My husband went back to work, and then my mom flew back to Florida, and it was just me and the baby. Alone together, but no longer the us we had been when I was pregnant.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Who’s Crying Now
Faced with parenting children who have no qualms about bursting into tears, Zoe Zolbrod revisits her own stoic childhood, two generations of secret abuse, and whether crying may hold the power to protect.
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OG Dad #23: Bad Moments in Parenting
If you grow up in a tense house, you don’t just get used to tension, you become tension. A tension conductor. Nervousness is like any other household pollutant…
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The Rumpus Interview with Jennifer Senior
Journalist Jennifer Senior examines how the pitfalls of modern parenthood led her to write a book on the subject, and talks about her fondness towards social science research and why you should choose interview subjects you like.
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OG Dad #22: 24-Hour Potty People
But musical child toilets! The problem on the technical level is that none of the Amazon descriptions would say exactly what kind of music we’d be hearing.
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OG Dad #21: The Head Bang, the Hole In The Wall, and the Happy Fart
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…

