I'm very excited to share that my essay, "An Audience with the Husband," is now up at The Rumpus. I started writing this piece in the autumn of 2015 and sending it out about a year ago, so it's been a long journey to see it in print. To have "An Audience" find such a perfect home at a magazine I've loved for years is a surreal, pinch-me kind experience, especially after weathering a series of rejections. This was me receiving the news:
I guess the writerly cliche of never giving up is, indeed, apt. Terese Mailhot, Saturday editor at The Rumpus, was wonderful to work with, and I love the essays she's been selecting. Despite my prior rejections, I knew the piece was good, and deserved to be read. Also, at the urging of my friend Carly--whose photograph is included above--I recorded myself reading the essay. Listening to it multiple times imbued it with new creative life--it made me believe and simultaneously helped me tweak any of the language that stuck out like a squeaky wheel in the recording.
Although the events of that spring are two years behind me, I find myself changed by them still. Today I feel humbled and grateful. Thank you for reading.