suicide
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His Helmet Off, Raising It High
This was the most important moment of my life. I know it because after Number One died I started to realize I could kill myself too.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Coyotes and Roses
I was a man and when the time came for my shot, I pulled the trigger and painted the prairie with coyote blood. Glenn was right. Being eaten while alive was unacceptable; the coyotes had to die.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Photos that Remember Us
Mathew Daddona’s father and uncle were adopted into different families. When they reunited with each other and their biological father as adults, they uncovered connections that extend through the generations.
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The Rumpus Interview with Julie Lawson Timmer
Julie Lawson Timmer discusses her novel, Five Days Left, right-to-die cases, Huntington’s disease, and fiction and illness.
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The Rumpus Interview With Paul Gilmartin
Paul Gilmartin discusses his podcast, The Mental Illness Happy Hour, how he found his own way into therapy, and the power of sharing shame.
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I Thought I Could Just Be a Passenger
I have spent my twenties texturing this city with memory; I have made it a vessel for my pleasures and my pain.
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Crack My Heart Wide Open
Surviving suicide is like balancing on the edge of a blade. Either way the knife flashes, you’re going to get cut.
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Beyond the Wishes of the Genie: Remembering Robin Williams
Williams is not free to “see the world” with a little brown suitcase in hand nor is he free to miss Aladdin or anyone else.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Echo of Hemingway’s Shotgun
In her home in the quiet town of Ketchum, a “stone’s throw” away from the infamous house where Hemingway took his own life, Eileen Shields considers the complex interplay of masculinity, guns, and suicide.
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Excavated Heartbreaking Interview with David Foster Wallace
I didn’t really understand emotionally that there are people around who didn’t have enough to eat, who weren’t warm enough, who didn’t have a place to live, whose parents beat the hell out of them regularly. The sadness isn’t in…

