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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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 [...]
Mateo Bernard de Guzman Belew was born at 12:03 p.m. on January 15, 2010. He weighed 6 pounds, 8 ounces, had a perfect Agpar score, and is clearly the most awesome baby ever. Brian and I are in enchanted [...]
In summer 2006, I went on a two-week trip to Taiwan and China with a group of engineering students. It was a perspective-expanding experience for me, not only because I saw another country but because I had the opportunity to connect with people whose interests were so different from mine. One of those people was Adam [...]
I was searching on Google for something regarding Little Kabul, the informal name for the part of Fremont, California where there are several Afghan businesses, and I came across this blog post from a Fremont resident, Tom Goette. Employing the popular “I’m not racist, but…” rhetorical device, the writer expresses his anxiety about “a bunch of [...]
When I went in to get the exciting four-month ultrasound, my doctor’s office forgot to tell me that I was supposed to fill my bladder to the point of bursting. That meant the fetus had plenty of room to maneuver when the technician was chasing it with the ultrasound wand, and maneuver it did — not [...]
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