Milk It!


Since the weather is still blah, and the wind is still arrrgh, and medusa season is right around the corner (i.e. jellyfish, if you don’t know your Hebrew), Shavuot might very well not be the perfect holiday to go frolicking around the waves of the Mediterranean. Frolicking around the waves of the Kinneret will also not work out thanks to the fucking winds that just won’t quit. The winds virtually decimated the beautiful Galilean city of Tiberias and our plans for a trip there are on hold for now.

As a result, I’m trying to make the most of being home and staying home. Next Shabbat, my in-laws will be overseas and my parents will be spending it at my aunt’s house. And since we decided to not go to a hotel, we will have to fend for ourselves with the food. It’s been a while since I made my own Shabbat, but I have a few plans for the meals.

I also have a lot of plans for Shavuot dinner. The custom is to have a dairy dinner, so Hashef Halavan made like the Kinneret on the shores of Tiberias and flooded my inbox with a fuckload of amazing dairy recipes. I wanted to try them all, but of course that won’t happen. I’m a member of two triangle families and there is only so much we can eat. And I like to sleep sometimes so there is only so much time I can cook. But damned if my printer wasn’t on the verge of explosion because of all the recipes I printed.

Shavuot recipe ideas from Hashef Halavan website

I still have a lot to cook for the next two weeks. Although I can make some pretty decent meals – this week, I made sweet potato pie and chocolate cake with mousse and they both came out terrific – my luck can only stretch so far, and I’m pretty sure that I’ll botch some of these recipes. But here are my plans for holiday at the kitchen.

For Shabbat, with the husband and the kid:

  • Fish and Majadra for Friday dinner
  • Shake & Bake chicken with baked veggies for Shabbat lunch
  • Parmesan and herbs challah for Friday dinner and Shabbat dinner (not lunch because we’ll be fleischig. Need to find a parve challah for that one).

The things I may botch: Majadra and the parmesan challah.

For Shavuot dinner, with my parents and husband and kid: (and please don’t tell my mom I’m planning all these things because she’ll kill me)

  • Classic tomato, mushroom and cheese Lasagna
  • Broccoli quiche
  • Cheesecake
  • Cheesy bourekas surprise

The things I may botch: Lasagna, cheesecake and bourekas.

My mom specifically told me to not make too many things for Shavuot because she doesn’t want me to work too hard. But the way I see it, “hard work” has too much of a negative connotation. This phrase refers to something that you do and find boring, tedious, exhausting and frustrating.

For me, cooking is not hard work, but a challenge. A challenge is new, fun and exciting. I usually do it with music and don’t feel tired even in the slightest. Who would call a fun and exciting activity “hard work”? Sure, there are some tedious parts to it – piles of dishes mostly, but my husband is responsible for that. And if a recipe involves washing, peeling and chopping a bunch of veggies, that can also be long and boring (and sometimes too difficult for my dystrophied hands), but my husband helps me out with that, too. When my husband and I cook together, we both have fun.

To those of you who cook, you already know that. Is there anything more fun than when the food you made comes out totally fucking awesome? “Hard work” or “challenge” or anything else, this is the thing that makes it all worthwhile – enjoying the food and seeing your loved ones enjoy it too.

Peace, love and this land is supposed to be flowing with milk and honey, not sea water! Enough with the winds already!

Drop the Shop


Every once in a while something happens that makes me consider shutting down my Etsy account. First, it was the fact that I had to sign up to Etsy payments, and they take a whole chunk of whatever money I make. Then, there was the tax code and IOSS bullshit that I still do not understand. Now, there’s that LUCID thing with shipping to Germany. And I hear that other countries may be catching on as well which will make shipping to other countries even harder. I won’t get into details because a. it’s boring, b. I hardly understand it myself and c. you seriously don’t care.

But the bottom line is, the reasons for closing my Etsy shop are piling up, and the reasons for keeping it active are dropping steadily. I don’t even make that many sales anyway. That is, I hardly make any at all. I’m lucky if I get one order every 10 months.

On the other hand, I spent years trying to keep it updated, revamped the appearance of it with pictures, colorful descriptions, adding more details on my profile about my life and my zines, and I also made flyers, business cards, catalogs, and all my zines have a link to this shop on them. So do I just throw all of it away, just like that?

But if I’m not making any sales, isn’t that also throwing it away? I don’t spend any money on making copies of my zines, because my husband works at a print shop and does it all for free. So it’s not like I need to cover my expenses or anything. But I still pay a monthly fee to keep my listings active, and Etsy still takes a chunk of my money if I ever do sell anything. So I still spend money.

It’s not just about the money either. I feel like my zines get more exposure if I have an Etsy shop. People express more interest, even if they don’t buy anything.

But now with all the shipping shit piling up, I’m thinking seriously about shutting down my shop and finding a suitable alternative for sharing my zines with the world. I’ll wait until the end of July (International Zine Month) and close my shop for good.

That said, if you still want to buy something from my shop, you can do so until the end of July. And if you’re in Germany, I’m sorry, but you only have until the end of May, just to be on the safe side.

Direct yourself here to check out the shop that is soon to be defunct.

Peace, love and I’m still keeping the name PMS Mess, that’s for sure.

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MoZiPro 2022 – April Prompt


Today, I finally managed to get my ass in gear and finish the Monthly Zine Project zine for April. The zine is about pets, which I love, so why the fuck did it take me so long to finish it? I kept getting sidetracked by a variety of things, and once I had a chance to get back on track, I used that chance to do anything but work on the zine. But I finally did it! Here’s the cover.

I’m determined to have a monthly zine collection by the end of the year – 10 minis and 2 full-length ones. So I need to stay on track.

After I was done with the April zine, I was a bit stuck. The prompt for May is “Protection” and I got nothing to write about that. Back when the prompts were published, I said I’ll change it to “painting/drawing” and include some of the paintings I made in my drawing class. But I don’t have enough material for it, so I needed to come up with another topic.

I’m thinking lists… I love lists. I make them all the time. It makes me feel organized and it helps me to remember things – things to do, things to buy, things to make, things to bake, things to think about, etc.

I wonder if I can fill a whole zine with a bunch of lists. Check in with me at the end of this month to see if I made it work.

Peace, love and Bermese Python FOREVER!

Skills with Skillets


Out of all my efforts to bake or cook an appropriate treat or dish corresponding to every holiday, my Passover challenges were always the most difficult ones, and thus failed more miserably than any other food I tried to make.

But not this year! This year, I managed to make not one but two reasonable things and I’m so fucking proud of myself, you know some showing off is in order.

First up, Passover buns! Looks like bread. Tastes like bread. But is not chametz, yet yummy as fuck.

I got the recipe from my aunt this time instead of off a website. Obviously, I trust my family’s recipes more than whatever sketchy ones I get from some impersonal website out there. My family is Moroccan, so like, duh, they make the best food ever. And the Passover buns were spectacular. Even my in-laws from the States, who are super picky when it comes to food, gave them rave reviews. Even my kid loved it. So yeah, that’s a big achievement indeed!

The second food I made is a dairy take on the matza rolls my mother-in-law makes every year. She usually makes these fried matza rolls stuffed with mashed potato, and they’re terrific. But I found a different recipe for them on Hashef Halavan website and decided to give it a shot. These are fried matza rolls stuffed with mashed potato and four different kinds of cheese – white cheese, cottage cheese, Bulgarian cheese, and flakes of yellow cheese. The first batch I made didn’t taste as cheesy as it should. My husband said it tastes exactly like the ones his mom makes. But I had a fuckload of cheese left over, so I corrected the amounts, and the second batch tasted much better. I still have some leftover of the mixture, so I’ll make a third batch today with whatever matza we have left. Even if Passover is over, these rolls are great any time. And considering my kid digs it too, it’s totally worth it!

The next holiday is Yom Hashoah, but I won’t be making any food for that day for all the obvious reasons. This is not a celebration but a day of mourning. But the following week, there is Yom Hazikaron immediately followed by Yom Haatzmaut. And Israeli Independence Day is definitely a time for FALAFEL! I hope I can score a decent recipe for it and have yet another opportunity to show off my kickass kitchen skills.

Peace, love Passover mission: Accomplished!

Analog Blog


I recently ordered a zine about cassettes. So far, I read only half of it, but most of the time, I was smiling with nostalgia since so many of the contributors recalled the same memories that I have of audio cassettes. I decided it’s time I write a nostalgic blog post about the same topic.

Audio Cassettes

My first memory of cassettes was back in my very early childhood. It was in the 80’s. My dad had a record player and records of his favorite artists – Elvis, Beatles, Charles Aznavour, some other stuff… But he also had a cassette of classical music. I remember listening to it every night to fall asleep. I lost track of it eventually, but I still remember the tunes that were on it. When my daughter was born, she had a swing that played some of these tunes and I loved it that it had the same calming effect on her as it did on me back then. Even as a metalhead, today I still love and appreciate classical music thanks in no small part to my dad’s cassette.

I also had a few tapes of children songs. Most of them were the opening songs of some children’s shows on TV. I don’t know much about American shows, but in Israel, these shows in the 80’s had some pretty elaborate opening tunes. These are songs that parents today still sing to their kids because they’re so beautiful and timeless.

After moving to Canada, I bought no cassettes because I had yet to find an artist that warranted it. I still listened to my dad’s preferred music and found a Montreal radio station that played all of our favorite songs – Oldies 990.

But then, it happened. My dad bought me a video cassette (more on those below) of Michael Jackson’s History album. I knew none of his songs (he wasn’t one of the oldies artists that we listened to) so when I first saw his classic videos – Thriller, Beat It, Billie Jean, Bad, Black or White, Remember the Time, etc. – I was transfixed. Virtually hypnotized. By the end of the tape, I was head-over-heels train wreck of a fanatic for the guy.

Since I still didn’t have any of his records – either on cassette or CD – I used my tape deck and a microphone to record his songs from the video. I put the deck next to the speakers of the TV, made sure my mom wasn’t in the kitchen making a bunch of noise, and pressed play on the VCR and Play+Rec on the deck.

So for a while, I listened to that cassette (fucking endlessly) on my Walkman, and I learned the video version of his songs by heart. When I finally managed to score the actual History CD, it was the second CD I bought in my life (the first one was TLC’s Crazy Sexy Cool). I heard the studio version of his songs and had to relearn them because they were so different than the songs on the videos. Take for example, the “Thriller” video – all the verses are sung one after the other without the chorus in between. The chorus comes later. Also, there’s no C-part in the video (“night creatures crawl and the dead start to walk in their masquerade” etc.)

Then there’s “Black or White”. I wonder if kids today would understand what it is they’re hearing on the intro to that song when the kid says “Too late? Sure. Eat this!” Us old farts do recognize it as the sounds of someone pressing stop, then eject, then pulls out the tape, feeds another one into the cradle, and slams the cover back into place before pressing play again.

Another memory I have of cassettes is how me and my friends recorded ourselves telling jokes, making prank calls, pretending to be celebrities on an interview asking the most ridiculous questions and answering with even more ridiculous answers:

Me, as an interviewer: “You had another girlfriend before Lisa Marie, right?”
My friend, as Michael Jackson: “Yes”
Me: “And her name was Billie Jean?”
My friend: “No.”
Me: “Well then, how come did you sing a song about Billie Jean?”
My friend: *pause* “How come you ask such bad questions?”

I still have that tape and the sound on it is so fucking bad, I have to turn the volume all the way up to be able to hear anything. But it still makes me laugh hysterically.

Memories I share with other cassette tape lovers – having the tape deck eat the ribbon out of the tape (same fucking thing happens with VHS), taking a tape apart and putting it back together, rewinding the tape with a pencil, sticking a piece of scotch tape on the hole on top of a tape to be able to record over it, making mixtapes and designing the insert by myself with collages of pictures of the artists on the tape… good times.

Today, I still have some cassettes, but I never listen to any of them. They’re stored in a drawer, under lock and key, so that my daughter doesn’t mess them up. Still, I love cassettes so much, I got one as part of a half-sleeve tattoo I have.

Also, a side-note about record players, and I’m sure to make some mortal enemies with this one – they suck. I know people who swear by them, “the sound quality is epic” they say, and bla-dee-bla. Dude, no, it’s not. First, records need to be handled with plastic gloves and fucking tweezers because one tiny scratch and the fucking thing is ruined. Second, all this snap-crackle-pop that the needle makes as it sails its way around the record is worse than listening to a radio with bad reception. So yeah, fuck record players. If you’re gonna go retro, cassettes is definitely the way to go.

Unfortunately, cassettes are obsolete for my musical preferences. Even CDs don’t work for me anymore. I find them too limiting. On a cassette, skipping from one song to the other is impossible and you keep pressing fast-forward and play back and forth until you reach the song you want. CDs fixed that problem, but there is only so many songs you can fit on a cassette or a CD, and carrying around a discman/Walkman and a whole stack of cassettes/CDs is such a schlep. But now, with mobile streaming services on a tiny device like a smartphone, you have an unlimited repertoire condensed enough to fit your palm. And you can find just the right song for your current mood. The way I listen to the hundreds of tunes I have on my Spotify playlist is playing them by alphabetical order, so every time another song comes on, it’s a surprise.


Another one of the ancient devices that became obsolete is the VCR and VHS tapes. When DVDs first came out, I was pissed off. I didn’t understand what was so fucking great about them. I didn’t find the sound to be any different than the sound on VHS, and the image was cut from the top and the bottom of the screen. What’s so fucking great about that? Even today, I still bemoan our now-defunct multi-system VCR that worked so perfectly for DECADES! And I can’t find any other multi-system VCR at any store. There’s simply no demand for them anymore. As a result, I had to transfer all my home videos to DVDs, and it’s not perfect. On some of them, there’s a delay between the audio and the video. It just makes the viewing experience painful. Also, there isn’t much demand for DVD players anymore. Most people watch their DVDs on computer, or just stream videos on YouTube.

We still have a stack of VHS tapes, CDs and DVDs at home, but they just sit there collecting dust. We can’t bring ourselves to toss them out though. The sentimental value is too high, and I think that deep down, we sometimes wish they would make a comeback like cassette tapes did and like vinyl did. One can hope…

Film Cameras

Film cameras definitely have a charm to them that digital cameras do not have. But the pros outweigh the cons when it comes to digital. Since film is so expensive to develop, once you take a picture, that’s it. This is the picture you got, for better or for worse. Obviously, with digital, you can take a whole fuckload of pictures and then choose the one you want to keep. So I was kind of happy when digital cameras came out. It definitely saved me a lot of money. I still have my 35mm, semi-automatic film camera (that cost me 500 fucking Loonies at the time!) because like I said, they have their charm.

The downside of a digital camera, or even pictures you shoot on a smartphone, you don’t really see them anymore. They become little icons on your screen and flipping through them is nothing like flipping through an actual photo album. So when my daughter was born, I decided to design annual photo albums so that we can actually enjoy the pictures we took of my daughter. I make a new one on every birthday. I also made one documenting mine and my husband’s four years of courtship, plus our honeymoon. We travelled endlessly, and it was a shame to have all these amazing photos and memories just sit on our hard-disc, completely forgotten.

The excitement of picking up your developed photos from the photo shop and finally seeing what they look like is something you don’t get on digital because the gratification is instantaneous. You can see the picture you took on the screen a second after you shot it. If you ask someone to take a picture of you, you always ask to see what it looks like afterwards. This never happens with film. If you ask a person to take a picture of you with film, there’s no do-over. You got a shitty picture, that’s the price you pay with film.

And don’t even get me started on camcorders. Back then, I had a little video camera and a stack of blank 8mm cassettes. Aside from trips and videos of the family, I had hours of silly videos with my friends. Basically similar to our jokes on audio cassettes, only this time, we could also imitate people’s appearance, movements, dance moves and not just voices.

But now, all camcorders are fucking digital. Every time you press stop, it creates a new file, a separate icon on your computer screen. Scanning through those digital videos is such a pain in the ass, and it takes so fucking long, especially if your computer is slow. On video, you just watch the whole thing. Press play once and that’s it. And if there’s a part you want to skip, just press fast-forward. Easy, simple, to-the-point. We have so many digital videos of our daughter and a long-ass series of videos from our honeymoon. But we never watch it. And it’s sad.


This is undoubtedly a zinester thing but I LOVE typewriters! I use mine for my zines and I wish I had more than just one typewriter. Maybe I can score a purple one, in English this time instead of German, and maybe even a Hebrew one! But alas, I have yet to find a store that sells them. Luckily, I have no problem finding ink spools on eBay (office supplies stores don’t have them).

As you can tell, I write a lot on computer. To be honest, this is the only way I can write without hurting my fingers. My muscular dystrophy makes it harder and harder on me to write by pen or manual typewriter for extended periods of time. When I got my first computer, it was exciting to write essays for school in a neat font on Word. It was also exciting to go on chat rooms and write and receive emails. I never thought that later on, I would actually miss getting letters by mail.

And yes, typewriters also have a charm to them that a computer or a laptop does not have. Even if the print comes out a little crooked, smudged, faded, this is all part of the typewriter’s signature style. You don’t get the same effect with computer. That’s why I still risk injuring my fingers and use my typewriter for my zines. It’s so worth it!

So that’s that. I’m sure there will still be more things in the future that will become obsolete, and our kids will laugh at us for using such dinosaur devices as a “smartphone”. But maybe not. Maybe they will think it’s retro and cool. And maybe they’ll come to love analog too.

Peace, love and alte zachen

MoZiPro 2022 – March Prompt


The prompt for this month was “Mirror”. I watched the movie Mirrors this month and it served as a good source of inspiration for the zine.

I meant to write about the mystical aspect of mirrors and I did mention it a bit, but I expanded it to other elements related to mirrors as well, such as how mirrors appear in pop culture, movies and songs (mostly scary ones). I also discussed how we perceive ourselves versus how others perceive us and the issue of body image.

I really like how the cover came out. Although it’s not perfect – I think I could have done a better job with the font – the picture I used is flawless. It’s a picture I posted here and there several times over the years because it’s such a perfect photo – creepy, dark, mysterious, just the way I like it. It’s a photo I shot with my semi-automatic film camera back when I was 18. It’s my reflection in the double-pane window in my basement room, after nightfall. It still amazes me how I managed to capture this with no flash, when everything around me was dark, and yet my face is clearly visible. Creepy ghostly image indeed.

The April prompt is “Pets” and I’ll have no problem writing about this! Yay!

Peace, love and still up for trades

A Lady and Her Bug


As part of my attempts to not let the Covid crisis destroy my daughter’s childhood, a couple of months ago, I signed my kid up to some courses. We skimmed through the pamphlet I picked up at the community center and found a few that my daughter wanted to try, and finally signed her up to two of her favorites – a drawing class and gymnastics.

Shortly after that, my husband joined a basketball team and started playing in some kind of small-time tournament.

After a weekend spent with the in-laws where my sister-in-law along with her seven-members-strong family detailed the courses and activities that they’re having, it started to bug me. My kid has her drawing and gymnastics, my husband has his basketball, and what do I have? Laundry, dinner, dishes, work and sleep. And maybe a zine every once in a while. Fuck that shit.

And so! I signed up to the drawing class for adults at the community center, with the same teacher my daughter has for her class.

It wasn’t an easy decision. First, I don’t really trust my drawing skills and I didn’t really feel like proving to myself that I suck as much as I think I do. Second, the class is on Tuesdays, from 7:15 to 8:45 p.m. These are my laziest hours and the time of the evening where I start getting reeeeeaaallly fucking tired. I didn’t know if I could make it and not fall asleep on my canvas. But the first class is free, so I said why not. If I really can’t stand it, I can at least reward myself for trying.

As it turned out, I loved it so much that I forgot all about my tiredness. So of course, I signed up.

For my first project, the teacher gave me a picture of a ladybug on some kind of oats plant and said to draw it with pastel crayons on a bristol sheet. It took me three classes but I did it!

And I don’t completely hate it. In fact, I think it’s pretty damn good. I mean, I’m no Dali, of course, and I never will be. But this is my first real drawing since 2012, so I think I deserve a bit of credit, right?

Now, I’m upgrading to acrylic on canvas. My next drawing will also be a bug on a plant. I think I’ll make a series of those as long as the bug in question is not a cockroach or an earwig. And fuck arachnids too.

I’m so happy I convinced myself to give it a shot. Breaking out of my cooking-cleaning routine and making something of myself is awesome. It’s definitely a form of self-care and I never realized how much I needed it until I got it.

So what do you do to break out of your routine? What is you form of me-time?

Peace, love and dirty fingers forever

MoZiPro 2022 – February Prompt


That Monthly Zine Project’s February zine almost didn’t happen. I knew it would be a difficult zine to write because the theme I chose – Triangle Family – is a sensitive one for me. But I managed to get it done.

I was off by a couple of pages so I had to fill the extra ones with drawings I really didn’t feel like doing. So instead, I got my daughter to draw them for me. It turned out great! She drew three family portraits in the I’m-5-years-old-and-I-don’t-give-a-rat’s-ass-about-lines style she mastered. I absolutely love it.

The cover is also not as “happy” as the January zine cover is, and it really shows that I didn’t invest much effort in it as I did for the January one. But that’s ok. I think the content is powerful and was cathartic enough for my purposes.

Moving forward with MoZiPro 2022, the prompt for March is “Mirror”. I said I want to write about the mystical aspect that we attribute to mirrors, but I still don’t know how to approach that theme… I need some heavy-ass brainstorming and figure it out.

How is your MoZiPro going?

Peace, love and fucking ran out of glue again

MoZiPro February 2022 – Triangle Family


Moving forward with That Monthly Zine Project.

This month’s prompt is No-One Is Illegal. But as I said in my MoZiPro planning post, I have nothing to say about that. I changed the prompt to Triangle Family, and that was before I even realized that February 1st was in fact Family Day in Israel! It just occurred to me that the Triangle Family prompt fits February just as perfectly as the Trees prompt fit January.

I’m super excited about it even though it’s a difficult subject for me to talk about. I think it needs to be discussed especially because it’s such a misunderstood issue. People who are not only children or people who have more than one child especially do not seem to understand that and sometimes say the most stupid, ignorant and insensitive things about it.

Parents who did not plan on having an only-child (like my parents, as well as me and my husband) are often on the receiving end of these insensitive comments, and are always made to feel guilty for their inability to give their only-child a sibling. I am quick to react with anger to such people and never think twice about insulting them and cutting them out of my life. But I think that channeling this anger and frustration into something as productive as a zine can serve as a good, healthy and necessary form of catharsis for me.

And maybe educating these ignorant people is better than cussing them out. And what better way to educate people than through a zine?

And obviously, this zine can also serve as encouragement and support for other triangle families who can relate to my experience as an only-child who also has an only-child.

So now I’m off to brainstorm and start working on my MoZiPro February zine. Wish me luck!

Peace, love and happy Yom Hamishpacha!

MoZiPro 2022 – January Prompt


Seeing as I was going to write a short zine about Tu Bishvat for That Monthly Zine Project’s January prompt – Trees – this year I actually did a bit more for the holiday than I usually do. I wanted to celebrate the holiday properly so that I could have enough interesting things to write about.

First, I baked a cake made with dry fruits. Dry apricots, dates, raisins, dry figs, dry pieces of banana, dry plums and others is the customary food for this holiday, so it was only fitting to make a cake packed with some of those. It came out fucking awesome and I added a picture of this cake in the zine.

Second, we decorated our small lemon tree. A couple of months back, when we just planted the tree, my dad told me that it’s a tradition to decorate new trees on Tu Bishvat, and I LOVED that idea. So my kid and I did it on Tu Bishvat morning, January 17, before we left to gan/work. We didn’t add too many decorations because I didn’t want to burden our tree which is still young and fragile, but it was good enough for our purposes. We took some photos and I added one of them to the zine.

I also wanted to take my daughter out to some field to plant a tree, and I saw a few organized events for that. Unfortunately, there were a few reasons that this didn’t pan out. The week that these events took place was a cold and rainy one. Also, Covid cases are on the rise and although I’m sure we’re eventually gonna get it, I still didn’t want to push it by going to events with lots of people. Another reason is a religious one. This year is Shnat Shmita – the year where according to Jewish Law, you’re not supposed to plant anything, and let Mother Earth take a breather. There was an event flyer that mentioned it and said that the planting of trees will take place in an area that is permitted in accordance with Halacha, or something like that. But in any case, I didn’t feel comfortable with it. Maybe next year will be better.

I decided that the zines I will make for MoZiPro will be in the size of a standard mini-zine (i.e. A7) but not in the same style of folding a single sheet of paper. Just small-sized regular booklets bound with a couple of staples. So it still looks like a zine, but simple to make and easy to read.

So the zine for January is an A7-size, 16-pages, full color, little beauty. Hand-written in cursive, which I hope people can read because my penmanship is mediocre to put it mildly. Includes a couple of tiny drawings and a bunch of Washi tape.

I’m happy with the way the zine came out. What do you think?

I hope that by the end of this year, I can have a collection of 12 MoZiPro 2022 zines, and post it on Etsy as a special MoziPro grab-bag. Yay!

Peace, love and tiny zines