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.

Goodbye and hello

A small collection of old end-of-year and beginning-of-year cartoons. Here’s to far less chaotic 2021…cheers.

Parameters

As a frontline healthcare worker I received the vaccine yesterday. Grateful. As we roll into 2021 I hope the vaccine doesn’t get A) politicized, and/or B ) turned into a tool for fear-mongering conspiracy theorists.

Side note #1: mild headache, sore arm, dry mouth. And a developing third nipple.

Side note #2: I don’t think Mitch needs the vaccine. I’m fairly certain he’s not human.