Stage

One summer my mom made me and my younger brother participate in a community theater production. I was…11? I recall being extremely reluctant, certain that I would not enjoy the experience.

But I did! There were songs to learn, choreography to master, lines to memorize. Truthfully, I was a bit of a ham and though inwardly shy I liked being the center of attention.

What was the production? I’m not positive but I think it was Oklahoma! I have no idea what my role was. But I remain thankful that mom mandated the experience.

Gift

I caution anyone from associating too much meaning to my cartoons. Often, I simply start doodling and see where things go. In this case, I drew an abstract circle and then started manipulating its shape. It became what looked like a flame of fire to me. The rest followed. Happy Friday…

Bess

Decided to start using a daily writing prompt for some inspiration. Today’s word: cow.

Doodled a Gary Larson-ish cow from memory and came up with a short description for the gun-slinging’ Bess.

Flower city sad face

This is the joy of doodling: beginning with blank space and seeing what emerges as one creates. I suppose it’s not a terrible way to approach each new day, as well.

Perhaps the face is sad to watch the flower city launch away.