My mom can’t fly. She can’t bend a steel beam into a pretzel. She can’t shoot lasers out of her eyes (sadly).
Despite all that, I’m convinced my mom has superpowers. How else could she have experienced all that she did in the last year (cancer and divorce) and still be standing? I know that if I had experienced even half of what she did, I’d have probably collapsed in a heap, unable to take one more step. But somehow she trudged on, using her superpowers to stay upright and to even get herself to a better place than she was six months ago. While that might not be as hip as flight or invisibility, it’s still pretty damn impressive.
Know what else is impressive? She worked for over 20 years as a waitress, scraping by on less-than-minimum wage and crappy tips, and still managed to support my younger brother and me. And we never wanted for things. We had clothes, we had food, we even had toys we didn’t need.
When she’d had enough of that life, she went back to college (she’d had to drop out of art school when she got pregnant with me) and got a bachelor’s degree, which she put to good use as a community counselor helping at-risk kids. She got sidelined for a while and had to put her career on hold, but she tried to stay positive, even when it was incredibly tough on her.
Then the cancer popped up. But guess what? She beat it. She’s been in remission for almost a year.
And even though the divorce was the worst kind of surprise, she didn’t let it stop her either.
She’s eyeing grad school in the fall. I’ll bet she beats that too.
Even after all that, you might not believe my mom has superpowers. Maybe you just think she’s a really tough woman, determined to stay strong and not let life’s stumbles pull her feet out from under her. To you I’d say: you don’t think that’s a superpower?
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
Haven’t posted anything on here in a while, which is a shame. Just haven’t felt all that creative lately, so imagine my surprise when this just came out of nowhere. Enjoy.
In the town of New Lovington, few things are bigger than the Valentine’s Day dance “Sweetheart Queen” and Elizabeth (a fresh-from-rehab Rebecca Gillis) is determined to capture the crown for herself. Thus begins director George Kornfeld’s Sweetheart Queen, a long-forgotten entry in the slasher sub-genre.
Elizabeth campaigns endlessly, papering the hallways with posters asking for fellow students’ votes. With only a few weeks until the dance, Elizabeth is barely trailing rival Amanda (an extended cameo from genre veteran Heather Ann Williams), so she turns up the heat, staging impromptu pep rallies and handing out homemade heart-shaped cookies and lollipops to any student she passes.
Parks & Recreation is probably my favorite mainstream comedy on television right now. It’s got such a great big heart and all the comedy seems to stem from the idea that watching good people spend time with each other is just damn enjoyable. No one gets beat up on mercilessly for the sake of the joke. Except maybe Jerry. But even Jerry gets to win from time to time. This is a show that understands that everyone needs to win once in a while. Parks & Rec is also home to one of the best characters on television: Ron Swanson. A fiercely-independent Libertarian who has gold buried all over Pawnee (or does he?), Ron is such a manly man that there’s no man more manly than Ron. So I drew him. If you haven’t seen the show and you love good-natured (and hilarious) humor, you’d do well to seek out the first four seasons (on DVD or Netflix or wherever you can find). The fifth season is currently airing on NBC.
Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you’re all having a nice time with family and loved ones. Since this is the last time I’ll draw these characters until next November at the earliest, please enjoy my last renderings of Santa and Frosty for 2012. Happy Holidays!
Since it’s December, and it’s almost Christmas, it’s probably about time to post some Christmas-related things. So here we are, with a pretty happy looking Santa. Hope everyone’s having an enjoyable holiday season so far, no matter what you celebrate.