Spontaneous Dissection
March 3rd, 2020 | by Marylou Fusco
The rarity of my condition made him sound a little giddy, and I learned that the line between freak show and superstar depended on where you were standing
March 3rd, 2020 | by Marylou Fusco
The rarity of my condition made him sound a little giddy, and I learned that the line between freak show and superstar depended on where you were standing
February 28th, 2020 | by Lisa Wilde
In her new book, Quando Sono Italiana/When I am Italian (SUNY press, 2019), Joanna Clapps Herman looks at what it means to be raised as an Italian in America—coming from a culture where, as she writes, “children are more central to life than even food.”
February 20th, 2020 | by Cheryl Klein
Repetition is part of understanding. But it is a little bit torturous to have to tell your child the story of your mother’s cremation again and again.
February 14th, 2020 | by Rachel Masilamani
"You look different today." A comic about being biracial and mothers, daughters, and comments on #beauty
February 11th, 2020 | by Jennifer Jordán Schaller
Her tooth, a white pearl, hung by strings. My four-year-old daughter Ruby had been jumping up and down inside the
February 5th, 2020 | by Michele Bigley
So far on this trip, I’d crafted meals in dozens of campsites, on the site of the road, and even through a hailstorm while a red fox watched where my scraps fell, so the parking lot of a mini-mart wasn’t that far of a stretch.
January 31st, 2020 | by Sacha Mardou
How do we teach setting boundaries in a society that always wants girls to play "nice?" Comics by Sacha Mardou from her therapy comics series.
January 29th, 2020 | by Melissa Chandler
I forget I was once a person who could sit with nothing but words for hours, rearranging them, creating something where before was only blank space. Now I’ve helped create you, and it feels as if we’ve been walking together in a deep wood.
January 23rd, 2020 | by Jennifer Young
Just as my mother became active in the environmental and peace movements after I was born because she was worried about my future, I feel compelled to make a better planet for my own child
January 22nd, 2020 | by Rachel Berger
You will spend the next 8 weeks trying to figure out how to make the nurses see you as anything but a sick fat pregnant person.