Max’s friend, Noah, was describing band practice at school the other day. This picture is for Noah who wrote all the words to this cartoon.
Max has got a friend named Alice. I like Alice, her spitfire and smarts. However she’s always been a bit of a pain, impulsive and impossible to control. Lately she’s become quite abusive, kicking him in the shins and stomping
Ok, every now and then I break down and do an arts’n’craft mommy blog post. Max wanted to make Easter eggs. Nine out of the dozen survived to join our collection of Easter eggs past. Lookit what we did! (And
(Behold! Not one cat, but TWO cats we have adopted this month. Max made me do it.)
When it comes to obnoxious email spam, I think chain letters are right up there with penis enhancement ads, sprouting like digital dandelions in our virtual mailbox. I’ve pointed out to 10-year-old Max, who now has his own email
I don’t have a complete story here, only a verbal sketch of a scene pulled from an old journal. I’m posting this entry especially for those of you who know how much fun it is to travel with a cranky
Some of you know that as an illustrator, I am particularly fond of picture books. For fun, I went browsing for anthologies on beasties last week. Here are some goodies I pulled off various shelves: Spinster Goose illustrated by Sophie Blackall,
(Snap, crackle, pop into your New Year! Gong Xi Fa Tsai! Whether or not you mess with the horns, may the year of the Ram bring you good fortune.)
One of the things Max and I used to do to amuse each other was draw. As a preschooler, Max would request a bus, a truck, a pigeon. Whatever he asked for I’d bang it out with a crayon. Sometimes we’d collaborate.