Sunday, January 25, 2015


It is 2:00 am Ohio time and I am wide awake. I am worried about a rabbit. Or maybe I am worried about humanity in general. I have never met this rabbit but a good friend of mine, some 1500+ miles away, met the abandoned one. What else would anyone do but call their Crazy Rabbit Lady friend? May I introduce you to tonight's obsession:

The alarm was sounded and rabbit rescuers in the Georgia area were alerted. I know the big boy is safe tonight. He is snuggled inside a garage with blankets and lettuce and water and the love of all kinds of people who have rallied around him. Tomorrow, hopefully, will be a good day.

*BIG * Boy with another good Samaritan

There was no dramatic capture involved. The rabbit simply hopped up to my friend.
How long do you suppose that docile of a house rabbit would have survived?

The rest is, as they say, history.
For the life of me, however, I cannot fathom just turning out a house rabbit and shutting the door.
All cruelty springs from weakness... and things are done for all kinds of reasons.

Until he extends the circle of compassion to all livings things, Man will not himself find peace.
                                                                                                             --Albert Schweitzer

Tonight - I know the rabbit is in good hands as my friend has a good heart for such things.
He is a righteous man and has regard for the life of his beast.

Thank you, My Friend... for one once of faith in humanity restored.

May The Rabbit Gods bless you.

Thursday, January 8, 2015


I am a cartoonist. Hear me rage.

This is not about agreeing with the politics of artists - this is about the freedom of our pencils.

Context matters. 
A picture is worth 1000 words but it should never cost a single life.

Who knew rabbits could be so radical...


Friday, January 2, 2015


The strength of relationship between a house rabbit and their humans is one that needs no explaining to anyone who is around us “rabbit people.” It may be the same with dogs, cats, cows, chickens, horses, etc – but I am not currently typing these words with a warm dog, cat, moo cow or even chicken sitting on my feet. The little heart beat at my feet is one of my companion-rabbits, Lance.


I have had the blessing of being raised in a farming community with many animals in my life (including: cats and dogs, I had a pet chicken, pet ducks and I so loved the dairy cows to the point I could have put one in my bed to snuggle).

None have had the affect that the rabbits have.

I can't explain it. To some of you, I don't have to. To others – well – I will simply assume you are not a rabbit-lover or a lover of a rabbit-lover. . .

These days, I am splendidly surrounded by many others who share their lives with these fantastical beasties. Sometimes this great bond we share is one of grievous heartache when one of the furry ones pass. And sometimes – when one of these furry ones passes from their human's life, I am dumbstruck at how it affects me.

There is no specific reason as to why any one experience of death would have preference over another. Whatever the case – I find that there are times when I am left with a gut full of emotion that needs expression.

So... I draw.

According to Teri Windling, it was believed that rabbits burrowed underground in order to better commune with the spirit world, and that they could carry messages from the living to the dead and from humankind to the faeries (

Symbolically speaking (or maybe not-so-symbolically) perhaps these rabbits, the latest being a girl named Jordie, are simply passing a message to me.

I, in turn, give it to you.