How odd is it when you discover that someone you “know” — someone whom you have “known” for some time…is a fucking genius? And you had absolutely NO IDEA?

This just happened to me last week. I had heard about this particular person’s zine for forever — but had never read it. Well, I’m here to tell you — to testify, goddamnit — that I’ve read it now…and that my fatass is completely blown away.

The honesty. The artwork. The writing. The oftentimes painful truth. The generously handing you her very heart on a platter.

UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE.

So, after inhaling it all in one sitting, I had tasted blood — and went savagely scavenging for more: Ah! I remembered a zine compilation that came out last year that had some of her work published in it — I hurriedly dug it out of my bookcase and proceeded to pore through that. When I was done, I went back to the first, climbed into a scalding hot bathtub, and wound my way through it again — sublimely.

UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE.

So, have I yet whetted your appetite to read her extraordinary work for yourself? The interesting part is…there’s probably a very good chance she’s on your friends list, as well. Her name?

Rhonda Baker

And her zine?

Zuzu and The Baby Catcher

If you have not yet read it — do yourself a fat fucking favor and do so at your earliest possible convenience. I chuckled, and I wept, and I marveled at just how sweet the truth really tastes…when served up by a writer who seems to revel in its telling.

So, thanks, Rhonda — for the truth…about life and love and motherhood.

It’s about fucking time that someone told it again.

PS) In addition to my own copious fawnings over your darling offspring, both of my teenage daughters are now absolutely besotted with Zuzu, as well; they walk through the house proudly exhorting, “My don’t like it!”…right before they break into hysterical giggles. Yes, I’m afraid it’s the San Diego chapter of the official Zuzu Fan Club #1.