Let's Be Honest
This must be terrible for you, I'm so sorry.
I have some guesses about how you're feeling: anxious, fearful, lost, pained. I would be too, if I were in
Greg Bishop
A veterinarian with unquenchable creative impulses. Unquenchable? Hmmm... creative "tendencies"? Well, it depends on how well I slept last night. Also a writer, illustrator and whatever-elser.
New Yorker Rejects #7
Every now and then, an informal meeting of Portland-based, professional cartoonists takes place here in town. And I get an invite. It's not like it's an official thing, but
Belly of the Beast
About a month ago, my seven-year-old son jumped into the ocean for the first time. Jumped in, not waded in. Not got up to his waist and then ran back squealing away from
Bye Week
You know what?! I've got too much going on to write a full post this week. It's late Wednesday night and nobody's paying me anyway. I do
Game Time
I’m spending this Fall coaching boys soccer this Fall, and it's complete chaos. Second grade boys are insane. They throw dirt clods at and tackle each other, ask me if