Some of the Places I Am Stuck
I lived there, suspended in the moment before I chose to move.
...moreI lived there, suspended in the moment before I chose to move.
...moreWhen was the first time you remember seeing yourself in a book you were reading?
...morePatsy’s imagined freedom in America, she discovers almost immediately, was an illusion.
...moreGreg Mania discusses his debut memoir, BORN TO BE PUBLIC.
...moreAll your efforts and still you must reckon with this end.
...moreLight reflects differently off near and faraway objects. It’s all about the light.
...moreThe world that suffocates girls still has a lot to learn from them.
...moreThis is what I think of when I think of home; Africa is my altar.
...moreI remember driving a bird mad once.
...moreAlways present and never heard, like the pain I feel but don’t know how to share.
...moreDo I have a public self that is separate from my private self? I’m not so certain about that.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreI am twenty the first time I turn the water red.
...moreI am an oracle who, while dispensing answers to all those who seek them, cannot predict my own future.
...moreJenny Valentish discusses her memoir, WOMEN OF SUBSTANCES.
...moreSo I said nothing. To protect you, and to protect myself.
...moreMaybe you were whistling before you could talk, too.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...more[W]e wanted something different from each other’s bodies than what was actually there, which might be why our bodies sometimes came together.
...moreShame is a treble hook that tells me that 1) I not only fail but am a failure, that 2) I not only damage people but I am damaged, and that 3) I not only lie but I am a lie.
...more“No one knows how to handle it,” I tell her, but I can see she’s angry and I’m speaking into the wind.
...moreThe world is a merry-go-round, a sawed-off shotgun, a ticker tape. There’s no struggle now. There’s only darkness, breathlessness, exit—
...moreMaybe I can touch it and show it to you. If I convince you, we can call it real. And then perhaps it will be.
...moreThe strings of our DNA mark us as one, but it’s the roots of our memories that bind us.
...moreOne week last spring I said it out loud for the first time: “Sometimes I play so long, my fingers go numb.”
...moreIn my eight years as a Mad Men fan, the series has repeatedly prompted me to reflect on parenting.
...moreThe first time I listened to Nevermind, I sat on the bathroom floor with the liner notes and jewel case open on my lap.
...moreThe banality of evil hides in people, and who they unleash it upon become forever tainted by their names. They become one. Creator and monster. Evil by association.
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