I love this so much! Adorable drawings on the pure feelings and imagination of childhood. Thank you for sharing, Ani! I wouldn't mind at all for more mature posts. I feel that your stories are universal.
Thank you so so much Jessica! I agree. I think we all have “more mature” themes rolling around our human heads! And my art has always been a bit of everything. I just felt after I published books that were deemed “children’s books” I started feeling a bit more confined to talk about more PG things. But I wanna be more free and honest. In my life and in my art (which are kind of the same!! Tehehe) big hugs!! ❤️❤️
I love this, because although I was always a social butterfly and had girlfriends around, I always connected easer with the boys, maybe too easily, and this narration just help me put the dots together... It's all about the predictibility and lack of drama! And Murphy's law, I'm a mom of girls that come with all the drama I tried so hard to avoid 🤣🤦🏻♀️
I love this, because although I was always a social butterfly and had girlfriends around, I always connected easer with the boys, maybe too easily, and this narration just help me put the dots together... It's all about the predictibility and lack of drama! And Murphy's law, I'm a mom of girls that come with all the drama I tried so hard to avoid 🤣🤦🏻♀️
I love this, because although I was always a social butterfly and had girlfriends around, I always connected easer with the boys, maybe too easily, and this narration just help me put the dots together... It's all about the predictibility and lack of drama! And Murphy's law, I'm a mom of girls that come with all the drama I tried so hard to avoid 🤣🤦🏻♀️
Your story has so much in common with mine! I use to be mainly surrounded by boys, because sadly the thins that you mention in here are true, to be a girl (at least at that time) was a constant fight of who was better, and that was an awful way to be raised culturally, instead the boys that were always raised to be a part of a team, playing soccer, for example..
I’m very happy that future looks very different for girl friends, sisterhood forever!
first grade, we peed together behind a bush, my first friend who was a girl. it was no surprise that she didn't have a penis; i knew girls were different, just not how.
she lived a few floors above in the same building, next to the school so we sometimes played together. stroking my hair, taking my temperature, my head in her lap, she liked playing a nurse.
her older sister was troublesome for doing things she wasn't supposed to. their mother would use the stove to punish being bad, by holding her hands (or wrists or arms) to the flames, burning the skin red.
like to believe she played nurse with her sister too. didn't talk about it, but else how could they have survived? this was our happiness.
my family broke up that year and we moved away. but nine years later, my first friend that was a girl wrote that the sister ran off to california. i was leaving middle school, still stepping on the heels of girls to make them notice me.
I love this so much! Adorable drawings on the pure feelings and imagination of childhood. Thank you for sharing, Ani! I wouldn't mind at all for more mature posts. I feel that your stories are universal.
Thank you so so much Jessica! I agree. I think we all have “more mature” themes rolling around our human heads! And my art has always been a bit of everything. I just felt after I published books that were deemed “children’s books” I started feeling a bit more confined to talk about more PG things. But I wanna be more free and honest. In my life and in my art (which are kind of the same!! Tehehe) big hugs!! ❤️❤️
I'm happy you've found this space to share more honesty! Maybe we should start a new category of picture books for adults :)
I love that you wrote this, you are a very honest person, sending you hugs ❤️
Aw Eric. Thank you so so much!! I’m sending you hugs back! ❤️❤️❤️
Me encanta, no es raro, es honesto 🥰
Aw, gracias Angeles! Que linda ❤❤❤❤❤
What the what Ani. This is so good.
Thank you so so much Tiana! Really! I'm sending you a big hug ❤❤❤
I love this, because although I was always a social butterfly and had girlfriends around, I always connected easer with the boys, maybe too easily, and this narration just help me put the dots together... It's all about the predictibility and lack of drama! And Murphy's law, I'm a mom of girls that come with all the drama I tried so hard to avoid 🤣🤦🏻♀️
I love this, because although I was always a social butterfly and had girlfriends around, I always connected easer with the boys, maybe too easily, and this narration just help me put the dots together... It's all about the predictibility and lack of drama! And Murphy's law, I'm a mom of girls that come with all the drama I tried so hard to avoid 🤣🤦🏻♀️
I love this, because although I was always a social butterfly and had girlfriends around, I always connected easer with the boys, maybe too easily, and this narration just help me put the dots together... It's all about the predictibility and lack of drama! And Murphy's law, I'm a mom of girls that come with all the drama I tried so hard to avoid 🤣🤦🏻♀️
Ack I love this so. It's pitch perfect. Thank you for sharing--such a lovely brave honest and matter-of-fact voice, I loved reading it.
Your story has so much in common with mine! I use to be mainly surrounded by boys, because sadly the thins that you mention in here are true, to be a girl (at least at that time) was a constant fight of who was better, and that was an awful way to be raised culturally, instead the boys that were always raised to be a part of a team, playing soccer, for example..
I’m very happy that future looks very different for girl friends, sisterhood forever!
Loving your writing as always Ani, thank you! ❤️
first grade, we peed together behind a bush, my first friend who was a girl. it was no surprise that she didn't have a penis; i knew girls were different, just not how.
she lived a few floors above in the same building, next to the school so we sometimes played together. stroking my hair, taking my temperature, my head in her lap, she liked playing a nurse.
her older sister was troublesome for doing things she wasn't supposed to. their mother would use the stove to punish being bad, by holding her hands (or wrists or arms) to the flames, burning the skin red.
like to believe she played nurse with her sister too. didn't talk about it, but else how could they have survived? this was our happiness.
my family broke up that year and we moved away. but nine years later, my first friend that was a girl wrote that the sister ran off to california. i was leaving middle school, still stepping on the heels of girls to make them notice me.
Hi Lee!
Holy moly! Thank you for sharing this story. It's so nice to hear you had a nice friend growing up. And that she was a girl!
Those poor girls and the stove! Sounds like they had a hard life growing up. I hope they found a more peaceful existence at some point ❤
I love that she wrote to you nine years after you moved. I bet you left an imprint in her heart, just as she did on yours! ❤❤❤