About WLBD

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Before there were blogs, there were zines.
In 1998, I went through a bad break-up. So I wrote, and copied, and stapled and distributed. It was both therapy and way to find my place again in the outside world.
I haven’t looked at the zines in years. And some of it is embarrassing now. Really embarrassing. But, I will be true to my 27-year-old self and let them go, with minor blackouts to protect the identities of those who may not have minded appearing in 50 Xerox copies but would be offended by an appearance on the world wide internets.

Apple iTunes
Apple iTunes
Apple iTunes

The knife’s got my number

Going a little font crazy with the Performa 400.

And now for something completely different

***SPOILER ALERT!****

If you don’t want to know how it all turns out, then skip this post.

I’d like to take a break from the usual emo bitch-fest to say happy anniversary to my current husband. Seven years ago today you made the biggest mistake of your young life, but I applaud you for standing by me [...]

Vinyl on vinyl

I think I ended most of them with the kind of longing for romance poetry born of listening to the Smiths too early and discovering Bust too late. It was kind of a relief to have the right – a just cause – to be miserable, because once you can admit to and identify the misery, you can sort it out and and seek and find and be happy.

How I became a player

Aw, Sweet Valley High. That is adorable. In this day and age I suppose I would be trying to date a sparkly vampire.

The replacements are not pleased to meet me

Follow WLBD on Twitter

Dispensing advice to the lovelorn, guerilla style:

@LoveBreaksDown

We also have a new email address:

WLBD@whenlovebreaksdown.com

We look forward to hearing from you. Probably.

Blank Slate

This is an extra piece from the collection of the first five issues. I read it and it still seems true and measured and reasonable. Again, Elizabeth Edwards, call me.

I took a deep breath…

Introduction page from the first issue. I wouldn’t recommend a bitter break-up zine (or blog) for everyone, but looking back it was very cathartic and helped me gather up a new posse of like-minded, zine-minded friends.

Someone I just met mentioned the zine to me a few weeks ago (”You’re the one who did the zine!) [...]