Mary Spills the Tea and I am Here For It

Plus, the seedlings of a conspiracy theory I'm trying to get off the ground

I have a wild conspiracy theory brewing in my mind that the story of Jesus is actually the most elaborate out-of-wedlock-pregnancy-cover-up to ever exist. I can’t prove a thing. But I can’t disprove it, either.

“If you don’t help me sell this angel story, Joseph, they will literally throw me in the river,” is how I assume the conversation went down when a 15 year old Mary missed her period.

ANYWAY, I had a new comic published this past week in the humor pub Jane Austen’s Wastebasket. I unabashedly love the cover image I made for it so I’m posting it any and everywhere. Consider my horn tooted.

The cover image for my comic “My Year in Postcards that Nobody Asked For”

Lastly, here’s a sketchbook page I haven’t shared before. I grew up in Philadelphia, then spent a combined 13 years in New York City and Chicago. Now I live in central Iowa, and…..I miss museums.

I’m writing this on a Tuesday, but by the time it gets to you, I’ll be wrapping up a weekend in Chicago with my hubs after hitting up our old haunts and catching a Cubs game. Hopefully:

• the Cubs did not suck

• we did not melt in the heat

• ticket holders were so appalled at Justin Timberlake’s DUI arrest earlier this week that they sold their tix for his concert Saturday night at an eighth of what they were going for prior to said DUI

• we got to purchase really cheap tickets to the JT concert Saturday night and danced our faces off!

I’ll report in the Notes during the 6 hour drive back on Sunday how much of my wishlist came true.

Til next week!