Readers Report: Harvest
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “Harvest.” Edited by Susan Clements. * * * Thanksgiving was her least favorite day of the year, but the weeks leading...
View ArticleThe Trouble with Confidence
“I envy your freedom,” I say to my wife’s nephew. Confusion flickers in his blue eyes. He’s a slouched statue, a blond David—plus jeans, plaid shirt, modest goatee—come to life. It is Thanksgiving...
View ArticleVoices of Addiction #8: A Bad Night
“Are these okay?” My son motions towards the red plastic bowl containing a few pieces of torn sourdough bread, “Too big?” “Zach, they’re fine. Any way you tear them is fine; they’re just for stuffing.”...
View ArticleA Magpie for the Lord
God is a balloon that escaped from a used auto dealership. Debbie was my mom’s friend. I do not know how we first met her. I remember driving quite a ways to her apartment. It was very clean. She had a...
View ArticleWhat to Read When You Want to Feel Thankful
November is upon us, and whether the temperatures are dropping where you live or remaining unseasonably warm, Thanksgiving is just around the corner. At The Rumpus, we’ve decided to kick off the...
View ArticleThe Times Issues Human Family Holiday Guidelines for the Newsroom
The Times has been a dominant force at family holidays for years. The new guidelines underscore our appreciation that journalists are humans and have families, but also call for our journalists to...
View ArticleRumpus Original Fiction: Seasonal Work
The photographer said he needed everyone to stand next to the minivan. I tried to get out of it. I’m fourteen now, although I look younger, and I didn’t want my picture in the paper. I was wearing a...
View ArticleThis Is What I Get for Wanting
Before 2017, the last Valentine’s Day I’d spent with a significant other was easily a decade ago. In the years between, Valentine’s Day has passed with little to no fanfare other than a twinge of...
View ArticleFood and Family: Setting the Table
December is always a time of reflection and retrospection; for me, that often means reality gets jammed up in (sometimes cruelly) juxtaposed angles against my expectations. These are the longest,...
View ArticleAmerican, Not Blonde
After seventeen hours of travel, my husband and I arrive at our destination: Abidjan, Côte d’Ivoire, the Paris of Africa. It’s hot when we land. Tropical hot. Dense and thick, not at all like the oven...
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