Welcome to the Demented Mother’s Day issue of Tales from the Moonlit Path! Do you remember speaking your first word? No, but mother does. Do you remember taking your first step? Nope, but mom was all over it. What about when you accidentally tripped and busted your lip? Moms know a version of us that we have never even known ourselves. What does she do with that knowledge? Well, for the moms highlighted between the virtual pages of this magazine, you’ll find your answer, and just a warning, it’s rarely pretty.
Regardless of how you spend your Mother’s Day, keep in mind that sometimes a mother’s love never rests. It never stops searching, longing or aching, even when that bond goes horribly wrong.
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Consumed all of the fiction for this issue, already? Paul Lonardo has compiled a compelling collection of disturbing gestational horror movies all for your Mother’s Day amusement. Check it out here.
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Welcome to the Demented Mother’s Day issue of Tales from the Moonlit Path! Do you remember speaking your first word? No, but mother does. Do you remember taking your first step? Nope, but mom was all over it. What about when you accidentally tripped and busted your lip? Moms know a version of us that we have never even known ourselves. What does she do with that knowledge? Well, for the moms highlighted between the virtual pages of this magazine, you’ll find your answer, and just a warning, it’s rarely pretty.
Regardless of how you spend your Mother’s Day, keep in mind that sometimes a mother’s love never rests. It never stops searching, longing or aching, even when that bond goes horribly wrong. 