Monthly Archives: November 2015

“Chainsaws & Casseroles? Is that a recipe book?” No. You wouldn’t want to eat my cooking. It would take a chainsaw to cut. No, the title comes from something else — it represents who we are. Think about it. If … Continue reading →

Happy Sunday morning.   The squirrels have frost on their nuts, so at least it finally feels like November. It’s hard to get in the spirit of Thanksgiving or Christmas when it’s 80 degrees and you have back sweat. (P.S. … Continue reading →

I’ve never seen him with razor stubble. I’ve never seen him sleep late. I’ve never seen him in his pajamas. Until this trip. I knocked on his door at 8 a.m. and his weak voice answered. I walked into his … Continue reading →

I have not worked out since November 3rd. Nada. None. Not at all. Until today. It was ugly. But I did it. I’ve been on the go lately. I’ve been working long days and traveling many miles. Sleep became a … Continue reading →

People ask me what cartoon is my favorite cartoon — and most days, it’s one I didn’t even draw. It’s of a miner digging for diamonds — but who gives up right before he strikes the motherlode. Why is it … Continue reading →

  1. It’s one of the best events in the state. Not just because it is a series of great presentations (it is), but because of the conversations and relationships built during the breaks. The talent in the audience alone … Continue reading →

“Are you nervous?” A friend asked me that yesterday about today’s TEDx talk I’m presenting. “Not really.” I said with a shrug. I’ve given hundreds of speeches and they all have led up to this moment. Giving a TEDx talk … Continue reading →

I’m sitting here, thinking about what I’m going to draw for this year’s Veteran’s Day cartoon. And while it is tempting to remind all of us to say “thank you” to our veterans, I can’t help but feel like I … Continue reading →