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Friday night doodle and verse.


Felt compelled to draw Mr. Floyd last night.

Empathy means imagining myself as a black man, never feeling completely safe while out in public.

Empathy means imagining myself as a black parent, having the heartbreaking task of educating my children that they, because of their skin color, have to be extra careful with their words and their actions, that they are second-class citizens in land of the free and the home of the brave.

Black Lives Matter is a thing because we keep acting as if black lives don’t matter. Find your empathy.


Today’s prompt: shower curtain. Was tempted to add some words to the drawing but I think it speaks just fine on its own.


Sometimes it feels this way.

Cereal situation

A breakfast pondering:

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.

Take a number

Sad cartoon below. More commentary over at


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I’m still celebrating a little bit.


This started out with just a few splotches of digital watercolor and went from there. Fun…