Since my last post, I “celebrated” my sixty-fifth birthday. Milestones like this seem important to us somehow, even though we know that there is no single moment when a gradual thing like aging occurs…

As a child, I dreamed of doing so for what seemed a millennium. I yearned for the myriad freedoms of adulthood: choosing your own bedtime, spending money however you like, wearing whatever you want, buying booze, skipping church forever…

Hello again, reader. I’ve got a few unrelated things to talk about today. First up, those cops in my cartoon.

This week’s Sunday chuckle-picture is based on an idea from Wayno’s and my good buddy and fellow cartoonist, Jim Horwitz. 

Hola, Jazz Pickles. My philosophical side is acting up again this week and I feel like sharing a couple of things that I find meaningful…

I rarely know what I’m going to write about in these posts until I sit down Sunday morning to do it. In this case, however, I’ve been hankering all week to tell you about a new TV series that is blowing our minds in a big way. 

I’ll use this week’s post to proudly announce my wife’s new website: Christy Higgin’s Art & Writing. Until now, she’s been known to readers of this blog as “Olive Oyl,” and as the inspiration behind the O2 in my list of Secret Symbols. Now that she is “coming out of the closet” as an artist, you can get to know the mujer behind the myth…

Bienvenido, Jazz Pickles. This week’s post is a hodgepodge of super-important things…

Enjoy these free cartoons, then do something else.

A couple of weeks ago, I did a blog post in which I related some of my ruminations about reincarnation. A regular reader left this in the comments…

This week’s Sunday cartoon (above) is about everyone’s favorite bloodthirsty barbarians: Vikings. Accordingly, I’ll be using this post to dispel some common myths about them…

I used to be a vocal critic of reincarnation. It always seemed more like wishful thinking than something plausible or logical. But I’ve recently had a change of perspective on it and here’s why…

I’ve drawn (or painted) almost daily since I was a toddler. I’m not religious about it, it just happened as the result of some genetic program I seem to have been born with. And from an early age…

Today I’m going to talk about golf and it won’t be a fluff piece, so if you’re a big fan of this activity some call a “sport” and you cry easily, you may want to skip this post.

I sometimes approach these posts with a theme in mind but every now and then, small themes that don’t warrant entire posts of their own mount up, so I do a little housecleaning. This is one such post.

Welcome, Jazz Pickles. Thanks for pointing your see-balls at my page today. In this week’s epistle, I will discuss some of the bold fashion choices I have made over the years which now induce in me shame and or nausea…

Spoiler alert: If you read this entire post, you may lose another tiny piece of your childlike wonder, like you did that one year when you found out that one thing about Santa Claus.

We start today with the big news that my capable partner, Wayno, has been nominated by the National Cartoonists Society (NCS) for their Best Newspaper Panel award for 2022. Yay, Wayno! 

Today I’ll continue with some thoughts from my wife’s and my recent trip to Europe. I will start with a quote from one of her Instagram posts which eloquently expresses what I had also been feeling.

As I write this, Olive Oyl and I are in a metal tube thirty-five thousand feet above the Atlantic Ocean…