When I start publishing February’s comics, you’ll notice that there’s a week (not continuous, but spread out over the course of the month) where my grief and stress completely made me lose those days. This is a mix of my memories being blank and the days themselves being blank.

Instead, you’ll find memories of my mother, Janice in those days. Memories of good times and bad, memories that struck me as important.

Here are a few others I have loved.

My mother and I’s relationship was many things, just as she was many things. I only wish I had captured more of who she was in the work I made while she was alive.

I miss you, Mom.