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…

The weight of glory?

As a kid I was an acolyte at St. Stephen’s Episcopal church and once witnessed the rector’s son get his hair caught on fire by another acolyte. It wasn’t me. No, really.