About Jennifer de Guzman is a writer and comics editor living in the San Francisco Bay Area. She writes stories about sad girls, seawater, bottomless wells, airborne plagues, and horses. You can find links to some of them them in the Selected Works section or read them at her Scribd page.
She also writes "Life in Comics," a monthly column for Publishers Weekly Comics Week, and collaborates on "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now," a comics column on Robot 6, with her husband, artist Brian Belew.
Portrait by Brian Belew.
What Are Possible Impossiblities? “The Poet ought rather to chuse Impossibilities, provided they have Resemblance to the Truth, than the Possible, which are Incredible with all their Possibility.” - Henry Fielding, quoting Aristotle in The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling
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Last year on Mother’s Day, I was pregnant but I did not yet know. When I was buying supplies for my family’s party at Trader Joe’s, the cashier pointedly and earnestly wished me a happy Mother’s Day. She was a middle-aged black woman, so if it had been a movie on the Hallmark channel, she probably [...]
Now that I’ve had the experience of giving birth to a baby and being a parent for all of fifteen weeks, I feel myself succumbing to smugness and nosiness. It’s a terrible feeling, to be that woman. Oh, now I know all about childbirth, you know! Let me tell you how I did it without any [...]
There’s something that’s been a little bother to me for some time, and I was reminded of it when listening to Talk of the Nation this morning. The topic was immigration reform, and one of the guests was Clarissa Martinez de Castro of the National Council of La Raza. In referring to different groups of people [...]
“… We should not grieve, should we, baby?” said Celia confidentially to that unconscious centre and poise of the world, who had the most remarkable fists all complete even to the nails, and hair enough, really, when you took his cap off, to make — you didn’t know what: — in short, he was Bouddha in [...]
I have anxiety issues. My mind finds potential problems and obsesses over them. When I was in grad school, I would close my eyes at night with a roar in my ears, thoughts of reading and essays creating a wash of mental sound that kept me awake at night and made my eyes twitch in the [...]
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