My mom died 5 years ago today. The “why” still haunts me. We weren’t as close as we should have been - I am antisocial with family, too. But she was an artist - so she understood what a mess I can be.

THIS is how I process our insanity. Virtually nobody should be dying. And? Nobody should be hungry. Nor homeless. Nor unable to get medical care. I hope future humans view us with disdain. But what if ... they are just more us?

Happy Thanksgiving America! Focusing on what's truly important about this holiday. Let's all agree that there is nothing else in nature quite like the sound of a rafter of wild turkeys taking flight next to your head!

It's Silly Sunday! With a rare surname, I have it easy when it comes to social media, skype, blah, blah, blah. A boring first initial and last name. Or my email. So. I'm not hard to find. Unlike any John Smiths born in 2022.

Yes, I realize in this context the children are more like "ammunition". But ... Wait! Why am I justifying myself to you?!? This is MY cartoon! Anyway. This is as good as it's gonna get for a Christmas mood from me this year.

Waiting at the barbershop, I read an article about the experimental treatment for leukemia. And pondered. What if everything could be cured? And thought. I don't have the desire to live five more months. Let alone forever.

If you are old enough to remember windup baby swings - perhaps you discovered the secret to making them run faster. I did. My mom? Wished I hadn't. My baby sister? Don't know. She couldn't talk. Is puking an affirmative?

Welcome to the cookie universe, aka “The Cerse” – the new home for The Cookie Folk! We’ll see which lasts longer: them, my sanity or our planet. Please. No betting. The odds are not in anyone’s favor.

I am exasperated by the current state of humanity. And. My presence in it. Thus. If we did have “creators”? THIS is my guess on how they feel after releasing us into the wild. We needed to “cook” – a lot, lot, lot longer.

Does someone care about THIS math? So. What is half of creation? Is it a very large number? And. How is it measured? Did time start counting at zero? Yet more ponders. What prompted the “bang”? I doubt I’ll ever find out.

My very first day of school? I yelled, “Bye, mom!” and walked away. While every other child – was sobbing. Many years later, my mom confessed to me that when she got home, SHE shed some tears … because I didn’t.

I was fascinated by “supernatural” shows that played on “normie” relationships for some kind of effect. I grew-up watching reruns of The Munsters, The Addams Family, I Dream of Jeannie, Bewitched, etc. I was a weird kid.

Age 5, the summer before Kindergarten – my mom took a break during one of our spelling lessons so she could go check on my sister. I used a kitchen knife to dig the magnets out of the letters so I could experiment with them.

Speaking of Bob Ross … does baking have happy little “accidents”? Hmm. Perhaps THIS is the origin of the phrase “bun in the oven”? I guess Sachertorte didn’t have quite the same ring to it.

Hide-and-seek, tag, chasing fireflies, skipping stones. There is a theory that childhood games are really our animal nature "at work". That just like a lion, bear or wolf – our kid years are spent practicing the skills needed to hunt and kill. Perhaps those we consider "evil" ... are simply those amongst us that never grew-up.

An unwritten "perk" of having kids WAY too early? I had six grandchildren by age 47. Math and family history calculates to 20 great-grandchildren by age 67 and 40 great-great-grandchildren by age 87. Will I see 100 great-great-great-grandchildren before they tuck me in to sleep in my comfy pine box?