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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #87: In the Direction of Real Life
In fear and in pain and in faith, we swim there, to wherever that is, in the direction of real life.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #86: Tiny Revolutions
Real change happens on the level of the gesture.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #85: We Call This a Clusterfuck
I don’t know if your friendship is built to last a lifetime, but I know the game is worth the candle.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #84: The Distance of the Leap
From what garden or pot or crack in the pavement did you grow? How did you get your water?
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #83: The Major Notes
We sing the song of parenthood in only the major notes. Were you there? Did you love full-throttle?
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #82: The God of Doing it Anyway
I’m here not only to give you permission, but also to say that you must. There is no other way.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #81: A Bit of Sully in Your Sweet
This isn’t a spotless life. There is much ahead, my immaculate little peach.
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On Advice and Sugar’s Anonymity
As linked to earlier today, Sugar, our favorite weekly advice columnist, got written up in The New Republic. Ruth Franklin recognizes the dedicated band of followers that depend on their weekly Sugar fix, and calls her “the ultimate advice columnist…
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Rumpus Folks Get Some Love
You should check out We Who Are About To Die’s interview with Rumpus Music Editor Katy Henriksen where she talks about trying to balance writing and parenthood. And Ruth Franklin at The New Republic wrote a really nice piece on…
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #80: The Ordinary Miraculous
It’s almost never until later that we can draw a line between this and that.
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A Grittier Acknowledgement of What We’re Up Against: A Sugar Addendum
I meant to say there is no cure except to live the hell out of our lives, to take it apart, to put it back together, to dig it all up, and then fill the hole.
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Sugar’s Identity Revealed?
Walter Green, genius designer behind the original Write Like a Motherfucker logo, takes a stab at Sugar’s true identity.