
Three Chance Comics
Like finding the perfect trinket at the thrift or bumping into your childhood neighbor twenty years later, chance encounters are magical and rare.
Visual stories from a mom and artist in SF.
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Like finding the perfect trinket at the thrift or bumping into your childhood neighbor twenty years later, chance encounters are magical and rare.

The front is: using your corporate voice to estimate bandwidth, get stakeholders out of the weeds, and line ducks in a row, so you can move the needle, think outside the box, and muster the courage at happy hour to hint at a promotion.

Animations and rocks from the Sonoma Coast
Husband and I went on a trip!

My three-year-old daughter wants to paint.

Terry is not his real name but that’s what I call him at home and the name I yell when I lose him at the grocery store.

First, I scribbled.

Twins, windows, and gelli beans

A prose poem

Scrap treasures, artists as caregivers, and imaginary flowers