An illustration for ANYWAY Magazine (2026)
A year from now, here are five things from this week that I'd like to remember:
MONDAY
Life with F is loud. At almost three, she defaults to screaming as her primary manner of communication, and the screaming is loud. Wrong plate color? Screaming. Bath too hot? Screaming. Having too much fun? Screaming. I try to be patient, to emotionally detach, but my nervous system thins, teetering. The flood of constant sound—of unreasonable discontent, is overwhelming. I find myself constantly tip-toeing around her tiny being, flinching at her every movement. I feel trapped by the creature I created.
Each evening, I wait for F to fall asleep. I want to return our house to the night, to let it infuse our walls with its calm and its silence. Instead, F screams and cries and wails: there’s a monster living inside her wall. She’s never been afraid of much, and a large part of me files monster under manipulation, but a smaller part of me, the part who is still afraid, stresses about leaving F alone in a room with her fear.
After the fourth check-in, when all I can think about is my workout and my shower, when my only consideration is how my own bedtime is ticking farther and farther away, I close F’s door. I walk one, two, three feet away into my own 100-year-old bedroom, crammed so closely to hers, and listen to her wails. I think about how I left F alone in a room with her fear. I separate my childhood from my parenting, I remember that no single choice I make will affect her too greatly.
T walks in smiling; he’s been reading about tulips. He tells me about how, in Persian culture, tulips symbolize the brevity of life. From the moment their strong leaves poke through the soil, it’s a rapid progression towards death: quickly they bloom; quickly they dazzle; quickly we breathe in their sweet scent. Quickly they fall, petal by petal, back into the soil again.
My favorite flower is a tulip. They remind me of time capsules, planted only to be forgotten. I love the idea of burying what I love most in the earth. I like that they often arrive before spring, a jolt of joy at the very moment when winter feels too long. Most of all, for no particular reason I can identify, I like their shape.
Tonight has been long. F screams all through bath, all through pajamas, all through books. She sobs and throws a book; she sobs and throws her jewelry; she sobs and swats at me with tiny hands I’m afraid of. After I throw her into her crib and switch off the light, she finally quiets. There’s a monster inside the wall, she says. Can you stay for a little bit?
Though her eyes brim with mischief, I sit on the floor next to her crib. She soothes herself by petting Tuna, her penguin, then takes my hand and shows me how. After a few minutes, she falls asleep, her hand on top of mine, mine on top of Tuna.
I consider the brevity of life. The moment I’m in right now is already gone. F’s screams are lost to the silence of this night; her nightmare, a petal turning back towards the soil. Perhaps it isn’t so terrible to be needed after all.
F’s body moves quietly, a tiny stem braced against the late-winter wind. I sit on crossed legs for a long time, watching.
TUESDAY
A few months ago, I was invited to write and illustrate a piece on anxiety for NYC-based youth magazine, ANYWAY. The pleasure I receive from writing these pieces is paramount. Nothing can be accomplished or enjoyed in life without a sound mind and grounded heart, so I take this work seriously—and I’m grateful for independent publications that provide guidance that wasn’t as readily available to me as a kid.
In the Know: Anxiety for ANYWAY Magazine (2026)
In the Know: Anxiety for ANYWAY Magazine (2026)
I also created a coloring page and two journal exercises designed to help adolescents calm their bodies, align their breath, and refocus their minds during periods of stress or overwhelm. All three were derived from exercises found in Learn to Let Go: A Journal for New Beginnings.
Coloring and journal pages for ANYWAY Magazine (2026)
Journaling exercise for ANYWAY Magazine (2026)
December 2025/January 2026 issue of ANYWAY Magazine
Thank you to ANYWAY founder Jen for a fun and importance assignment, and for including my work in these pages.
WEDNESDAY
I’m reading Brian Selznick’s illustrated version of Live Oak with Moss, a collection of 12 poems by Walt Whitman about his affection for other men; I am listening to Bad Bunny’s TinyDesk again and again; I love this book of drawings Heidi Griffiths made of her children.
THURSDAY
Studio desk on February 19, 2026 (2026)
A photo from my studio as I work on wrapping up the interior art for Dear Library. Messy, full of mistakes, and long stretches of quiet work. The scratch scratch scratch of pen against paper; the strange, metallic smell of fresh watercolor paint; the white noise of my space heater; the various audiobooks I dip in and out of, droning on and on. I’ll miss this project when it’s done.
FRIDAY
We would climb the highest dune,
from there to gaze and come down:
the ocean was performing;
we contributed our climb.
Waves leapfrogged and came
straight out of the storm.
What should our gaze mean?
Kit waited for me to decide.
Standing on such a hill,
what would you tell your child?
That was an absolute vista.
Those waves raced far, and cold.
'How far could you swim, Daddy,
in such a storm?'
'As far as was needed,' I said,
and as I talked, I swam.
—With Kit, Age 7, At The Beach by William Stafford
Of all the things you can put in front of your eyes, I’m grateful that my little letter is one of them.
If you’d like to support me, please buy my books. My art prints and line of greeting cards make excellent gifts for yourself or a friend. You can also hire me for your next project—I’d love to work together.
xx,
M
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