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;_; thank you autostraddle​ and meyllenpage​ for nominating me, cathyboy​, jilliantamaki​, and Emily “I share a tumblr with my wife” Carroll, for the 2nd Annual Autostraddle Comics Awards. I’m nominated for Favorite Writer/Artist and Favorite Webcomic for several pieces for rookiemag​. You can cast your votes here til midnight on Sept. 19.


p.s. Thank you to nobody for making me choose between Dear Amanda and SMMA.

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On the morning my mom died, I came home from the hospital with my dad and my grandparents and my aunt and my uncle. I sat on the couch, eating a yogurt, becoming more and more agitated, feeling like the only thing that might possibly help would be if I could crawl out of my own skin. The only thing anyone could think to do with me was send me to school, for Student Leader Training, which had been the day’s original plan — the one written in on the calendar my mom kept, before August 28th became the Day She Died. I sat there, in the training, wide-eyed, staring into space. The facts of the day marched back and forth in my brain. It seemed impossible that I still seemed to exist, despite the fact that the thing I had dreaded most my entire life had finally happened.

I spent the next few years on a righteous search for meaning and purpose, literally traveling to the other side of the world to try and convince myself that I could transform the gaping hole in my life into something else. This was reinforced by the books I read, which were primarily tropes of transformation by straight white women whose great losses were usually men who had broken their hearts. I’m still young, I know, but I was so young, then. Eighteen. Trying to do things on my own. Certain I could. I thought I could force myself into some sort of moment of self-acceptance and actualization. By the time I got to college, I had disengaged — I pushed my grief deep inside myself somewhere. I thought I had moved on to other things. I was wrong.

“This Is a Dead Mom Essay” by Maddie Takerta (Autostraddle

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