Did you miss me? I missed you. It’s been a long while since I posted. So let me catch you up quickly– In May, I gave myself the ultimate gift. I gave myself permission to make travel and creating art a priority in my life. This is big for me. BIG! For the first time…

As part of my project to spend as much time as possible between now and the end of the year studying art, I just completed an online course on drawing with ink. (I took it through the Sequential Artists Workshop.) As with all of Justine Andersen’s classes, the lessons worked on multiple levels. On the physical…

A single-panel comic. It says read more, but there isn’t any more!

This was an assignment for a class I took through the Sequential Artists Workshop. The assignment was to create a fictional comic based on an embarrassing experience. I tried to capture how all of the observers have a role in the drama whether they speak or not.

    What sorts of places do you find inspiring?

Have you ever gazed up at a 40-foot tall Saguaro Cactus? Awe is the only way to describe how it feels to gaze up at one of these 150-year old graceful giants. It’s amazing that something so prickly can also be so beautiful. And have so much personality. I’d seen Saguaro cacti that had been…

How do you respond when you take on too much?

If you’re wondering what the five stages of grief have to do with ice cream, you’ve probably never had your favorite flavor disappear from the grocery store shelf. When it comes to ice cream flavors, I tend to get into ruts. There was an entire year in the early 1990s when I’d only eat Ben…

This is a single-panel comic. It says read more, but there isn’t any more.

I can’t even start to tell you how many times something that seemed like a good idea at the time backfired on me. Or how many times I did something to please someone else that didn’t work out. I was going to share some examples, but they’re just too embarrassing! What have you wanted that…

A few days ago, I woke up at 4am. I must have dreamed about my mother because before I even knew what I was doing I’d reached out, grabbed my phone, opened Google and typed in “breast cancer.”

Inspiration always seems to strike at the worst times. Like when I’m late for an appointment or about to go into a meeting. I’m always sure I’ll remember the idea later–but I never do. The Idea Fairy can be a fickle friend.