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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 last page of every issue was a photo of a reader’s real-life mess: a sink full of dishes, a toddler crying in a shopping cart, a mother crying in a parked car. The caption was always the same. mutha magazine alison mutha magazine

Martha didn't throw the magazines away. She drove them to her book club. To pull an Alison Mutha meant to tell

Dear Alison Mutha, I don’t know who you are, but you have written the thing I have been swallowing for fifty years. Enclosed is a check for $200. Print another one. Tell the truth again. Martha didn't throw the magazines away

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.