“I represented all of her lost dreams and fuck-ups, because that’s what we do to people. Isn’t it? We size them up in direct relation to our own lives. When they are doing well we use it as a gage, our own small lives falling away and when they are failing we either feel like we are failing too or else we feel like we’ve won.
We’ve won the competition of life.”
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The above is an excerpt from my latest which is on The Rumpus today. As many of you know, it was a dream of mine to be featured on The Rumpus. Some of the best writers in the world write for that site. It’s where “Dear Sugar” by Cheryl Strayed was born, for Chrissakes! Anyway, today is my 2nd essay on The Rumpus. Manifest!
Please take a look at this never seen before essay called “Ghost Living” and if you care to leave a comment please leave it there and not HERE. I love you, Tribe xox jen
Thanks as always for your support. It’s what keeps me afloat most days.
Here it is https://therumpus.net/2013/05/the-sunday-rumpus-essay-failed-ghosts/