The book club was composed of six women between the ages of 68 and 82. They passed the copies around like contraband. By Friday, Martha had written Alison a letter, handwritten in looping cursive:
Within a year, "Mutha Magazine" had a circulation of 10,000. Within three years, it was a glossy (but still slightly smudged) national publication. Alison never fired Martha; she made her the "Mutha Emeritus," the magazine’s conscience. mutha magazine alison mutha magazine
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. The book club was composed of six women
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. Within three years, it was a glossy (but
The magazine arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown butcher paper and tied with kitchen twine. Alison Mutha, who had started the thing on a whim and a prayer in her cramped Philadelphia apartment, held it like a newborn.