Bad Moms

Published on April 14th, 2016 | by Lisa Wilde


MOTHER LOAD: Lacunae, an Elegy for My Mother, Part III — by Lisa Wilde

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To be continued…

I think the hardest part of my teenage years was the silence. As you can see in the drawings, by that point I was not allowing anyone in. I see this protection in a number of my students, and—as an adult—the challenge is to help someone feel safe to opening up.

Lacunae: Elegy For My Mother will be serialized over five parts, weekly, on MUTHA Magazine. Read the first chapters here and follow MUTHA for future installments.

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About the Author


Lisa Wilde is a mother, an artist, and a New York City public high school teacher. Her first book, Yo, Miss: A Graphic Look at High School ( was called one of 2015’s “20 Notable Nonfiction Books You Might Have Missed This Year” by the Huffington Post. She is a Fellow of the New York Academy for Teachers. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband and sometimes her college-age son.

2 Responses to MOTHER LOAD: Lacunae, an Elegy for My Mother, Part III — by Lisa Wilde

  1. Avatar Margot Edman says:

    Really feel this is extraordinary.

  2. Avatar Holly Wolfe says:

    I am really pleased that you are able to clearly reveal all of your feelings. Such deep hurt and pain is difficult to read and see in your art. It feels like the most unfair kind of treatment for a child to live through.
    I am amazed and delighted that you were able to make so many good choices through such horrible treatment.

    I think your dad’s deep love and teachings may be a big part of how you survived. I look forward to more.
    Love this!

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