The story began, as all good stories do, with a mistake.
Inside were no airbrushed photos of serene mothers breastfeeding in linen dresses. There was an essay about finding a half-eaten gummy bear in your hair at a job interview. A comic strip about the feral rage of stepping on a Lego at 3 AM. A recipe for "Depression Pasta" – butter, noodles, and the tears of your toddler. mutha magazine alison mutha magazine
To pull an Alison Mutha meant to tell the ugly, beautiful, Lego-covered, lipstick-smeared truth about your life, and to hand it to a stranger with no apology. The story began, as all good stories do, with a mistake
And the name Alison Mutha ? It stopped being just a name. It became a verb. A comic strip about the feral rage of
Alison received the letter on a Monday, just as her landlord was threatening eviction. She stared at the check. Then at the magazine. Then at her own two kids, who were currently using a tube of lipstick to draw a mural on the wall.