Cait Maloney was a breech baby raised by monkeys and ordained at an early age with a passion for carbohydrates and visual communication. She now spends her days doing a job she loves and sweating to death in Columbia, SC.
Her work has been used for books, magazines, websites, technical/conceptual drawings, logos, marketing/advertising, signs, posters, packaging, apparel, portraits, album art, tattoos, and has also been featured in several art exhibitions.
Some of Cait Maloney’s clients include Diesel Fragrance, PGA Junior League Golf, TD Bank, Designers Against Child Slavery, and NY Spirit Magazine/The Park Slope Reader.
Until age 24 she thought that the crust really was the healthiest part of the bread. She tries to match her underwear every day. She doesn’t believe in dishwashers for in-home use. And she can’t burp voluntarily… or whistle.
Check out her work at www.caitmaloney.com.
Stories illustrated by Cait Maloney
I Live Two Lives!Written by Jack Halliday
Questions. Always the questions and it always seems that they will never end. But then I remind myself that this is what therapy is all about. You have to ‘do the work’ and that means answering questions: lots of them. Time was, I often wondered if it was worth it, really worth all of the …
Crime writer’s book sales soar after husband slain like twisted plotWritten by Rajendra Shepherd
It was a long shot; but Muriel could never feel safe now. Not unless… facing the good detective, her nerves jangled. She wished he would finish his coffee and just say ‘yes’. “What exactly did your husband say?” the officer asked. She glanced out the window and let the sun dazzle her blackened lashes. “You’re …
Spring FirefighterWritten by Matthew Pike
I crashed into the bedroom door in my alarmed stupor, my head shoved into the arm sleeve of my sweater. Precious seconds melted away as a robotic voice shouted at me from the pager. My hands swept across the wall, searching for the light-switch. It was a house fire. The months of Wednesday nights spent folding …
Kassidy’s RoofWritten by Sandra Arnold
From Kassidy’s roof we can see right over the golden domes and green and blue minarets, pink apartment blocks and new shopping malls, all the way down to the sea, which lies as flat and polished as a sheet of turquoise glass. “Try this bread,” says Kassidy. “It’s that new bakery. The manager was a student …
ChangeWritten by Teddy Kimathi
My wife of three years left me when she realized she couldn’t stop me from smoking. She hated the smoke that came out of the cigarettes. Over and over she reminded me that cigarette smoke reminded her of her abusive father, and abused mother, but my ears were shut to her pleas. “Too much cigarette smoke …