The name was stamped in bruised-plum ink on the recycled cardstock cover. Below it, in smaller type: A Magazine for the Rest of Us.
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. mutha magazine alison mutha magazine
Alison had poured her last $400 into printing 200 copies. She had written half the content under a pseudonym because she was terrified her own mother, a former debutante from Charleston, would see it. "Mutha," after all, was a family name she was reclaiming from the suffocating politeness of her upbringing. The name was stamped in bruised-plum ink on
Martha didn't throw the magazines away. She drove them to her book club. lipstick-smeared truth about your life