
Shortly before I was downsized out of one of my last day jobs, the company I worked for hired a new manager. I don’t remember exactly what his title was or exactly who it was he supposed to be managing, but he was a new higher-up and of course everyone was trying to figure out the new office…

l almost always write first and draw later, but sometimes when I’m really, really stumped I draw something preposterous and hope that I’ll solve it with a good caption. So I drew a conference table with babies in high chairs and a sales graph and I waited. . .
And waited. . .
And…

Often cartoons come to me in roundabout ways. Snippets overheard, phrases popping out, just plain daydreaming. . .
But this cartoon had a more pedestrian birth. A large business publication sent out a letter that it was looking for cartoons on “next generation leadership” for an…

Those first few weeks when you start a new job are hard. You’re trying to learn names, fit in, feel out the culture and, oh yeah, learn your job.
It’s such a relief when you finally feel like you’re not just hanging on, but actually know what you’re doing. (Monotony sets in…

Let’s face it, a bad sales graph offers infinitely more comic opportunities than a good sales graph. There’s figuring out who’s to blame, what might have caused it, possible punishments . . . success is much harder, but a phrase like “sales are through the roof” is…

One of the things I love most about cartooning is the opportunity to take something familiar and change it into something new.
I don’t remember where I recently heard, “Now remember, let me do all the talking” (it smacks of sitcom writing), but I’m glad I noticed it…

I have a big bag of tricks I use to jumpstart my head when I’m in a writing drought. Reading the paper, making lists, pretending to stare out the window while I take a nap. . .
Sometimes it takes a while for something to float up at you, or sometimes, as with this cartoon, they jump out and…

A friend and I were chatting about a mutual acquaintance one day when he remarked, “Well, you know him; he’s a real go-getter!”
So, being that smart aleck that I am, I came back with, “Yep, a real hunter-gatherer. That’s him.” To which he responded, “A…

Usually, when I have to go to the mall, there’s so much noise and commotion that I sort of retreat into my head. I grew up in Iowa, so unless a crowd is mooing or clucking, I’m a little uncomfortable.
But one day while waiting for my coffee, I couldn’t help overhearing,…