The first cartoon I submitted to The New Yorker was rejected. Somehow it feels like a milestone 🙂
Based on past hospital experiences, nothing recent.

The first cartoon I submitted to The New Yorker was rejected. Somehow it feels like a milestone 🙂
Based on past hospital experiences, nothing recent.

Grieving the loss of my dear cousin Tami, 1964-2019.

Summer heat



Longest and happiest day for some.

Did you know the male seahorse carries the pregnancy? Now that’s dedication!
My mom used to joke that my dad would do that if he could 🙂
He used to do some of the roles that were considered moms’ roles at the time, such as preparing breakfast, sandwiches for school, grocery shopping and laundry.
This illustration is available as a mug in my Etsy store .

Love is love

Waiting for the happy ending.
Israeli politics is like a preschool.
