As long as I can remember, my worries about our planet were always somewhere within reach. They were like the tampon that had deserved its place in my bag, but would regularly present itself when I was digging for my keys. Bothersome for sure, but not weighing on me. They certainly didn’t make me want to be an
This comics rings so true! It reminds me of a substack post I read recent about clamming up in the doctor’s office. Why do we go silent when we need to speak up? I’m looking forward to seeing more.
Nice! I get the idea of sharing it as a series of comics here on Substack, seeing how you feel drawing it, and hearing what readers think. You can look at this as your first draft and edit or redraw pages later if you choose to make a book.
I can relate very much! I tried introducing more waste separation at lunch time but it was all considered too hard for the kids/ take too much effort for the teachers… Luckily I found a few other greenie mums at my kids’ school so we can be the weirdos together. It certainly helps!
This comics rings so true! It reminds me of a substack post I read recent about clamming up in the doctor’s office. Why do we go silent when we need to speak up? I’m looking forward to seeing more.
Nice! I get the idea of sharing it as a series of comics here on Substack, seeing how you feel drawing it, and hearing what readers think. You can look at this as your first draft and edit or redraw pages later if you choose to make a book.
I'm looking forward to the next installment!
I can relate very much! I tried introducing more waste separation at lunch time but it was all considered too hard for the kids/ take too much effort for the teachers… Luckily I found a few other greenie mums at my kids’ school so we can be the weirdos together. It certainly helps!