Backstory

I can’t draw. When my daughter was in second grade, I started drawing little doodles and dopey cartoons on scraps of paper and putting them in her lunchbox every morning. I’d do them at the last minute, while she was putting on her shoes to leave for school. A clunky little illustration of an inside joke or a scene from a movie. But then she got older and her tastes became more sophisticated - way more than mine. And I knew the dumb little visual puns and one-liners I was doing were no longer cutting it. Not that she ever...