He’s Gone

I don't talk a lot, socially speaking. Neither did Lars. So we'd just sit there. Cars and trucks passed. Bikes rolled by. The breeze might move the leaves of the scraggly bushes or thin branches of the young trees trying to grow up in the little patch of square dirt hemmed in by the sidewalk …

The End of the World as She Knows It

My youngest daughter says today in the car, “I hope the world ends before I die.” Curious, I ask her, “What do you think that would look like?” She answers, “God comes down and says, ‘Alright. That’s it. Everybody get on the bus...’”

COVID-19: Tuppence A Bag

I don't always wake up with a song in my head, but today I did and it was, "Feed the birds, tuppence a bag." And so I got out of bed, got dressed, and went to find Lars and leave some granola bars for him.

Broke Down

You know when you go grocery shopping and you get that cart with the bad wheel in the front? The one that sticks, or lumps along, or pulls your cart to one side? Sucks, right? Imagine pushing that cart down the road as you leave town with everything you could find while scrounging through dumpsters. …

Is that Jesus?

My son saw me loading this sketch and asked, "Is that Jesus?" A Jack and Lars Update I haven't seen Jack since some time in October. I was in Tim Horton's, frustrated that I needed to get a job and couldn't just make it happen, angry that any job would take away time from me …