64 CRAYONS: Comics by Summer Pierre
August 19th, 2016 | by Summer Pierre
Crayons are probably one of the worst art supplies you can use—they are waxy, hard to control and can break
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LAUREN WEINSTEIN’s Perfect Maine Vacation—A Comic About What We Remember
August 11th, 2016 | by Lauren Weinstein
A comic by Lauren Weinstein (who is currently on vacation, in Maine). Previously published at The Guardian
MY MOTHER WOULD WALK MILES UPON MILES: A Comic by Lisa Lim
July 14th, 2016 | by Lisa Lim
My mother was a typist. She worked at a small accountant firm in the city. She didn’t make a lot,
NO FAIR: Comics by Glynnis Fawkes
July 1st, 2016 | by Glynnis Fawkes
Glynnis Fawkes draws comics about her children and their daily exploits, which include keeping her up at all hours, imaginary
ROSALIE LIGHTNING: An Excerpt from TOM HART’s Graphic Memoir About His Daughter
May 19th, 2016 | by Tom Hart
Tom Hart’s daughter Rosalie died, before she turned two years old. He drew a book about her, about grief, and about
Those OTHER Nurses: A Nursing While Butch Comic by A.K. SUMMERS
May 12th, 2016 | by A.K. Summers
This is dedicated to all nurses: the lactating shell-shocked, the fantasy shirtwaisted, and the real ones in scrubs who take
KID GLOVES: Comics by Lucy Knisley
May 4th, 2016 | by Lucy Knisley
Congratulations, Lucy! In fact, double congrats: These comics are gestating into a whole MUTHA-freaking graphic memoir about motherhood. Kid Gloves the book will
LIFE’S LONGING FOR ITSELF: Lacunae, an Elegy for My Mother, Part V — by Lisa Wilde
April 28th, 2016 | by Lisa Wilde
It has not been easy for me to call myself an artist (and I still feel that some will say
MOTHERWHELMED Takes on the Passover Paradox
April 25th, 2016 | by Jessica Carew Kraft
Emotional labor from mothers is taken for granted, especially around family occasions when mothers are typically expected to do the majority
TAKE ME TO THE RIVER: Lacunae, an Elegy for My Mother, Part IV — by Lisa Wilde
April 21st, 2016 | by Lisa Wilde
Probably the most liberating part of leaving home was that it gave space to my unconscious. It was my unconscious—rambunctious,