Silence Killed the Dinosaurs by Lucy Grove-Jones

Tag: cartoons

  • Living With an Artist

    Living With an Artist

    I have been very absorbed in my art lately. But I am seeking balance, and hope to get back to making little comics and stories for this website a little more frequently again.

  • Parenting Tips No One Tells You (except me, of course) #2

    Parenting Tips No One Tells You (except me, of course) #2

    Your mileage may vary with toddler attention span, toddler mood, availability of paper-wrapped rolls (highly recommended for this trick), presence of guests in the house, and novelty of this trick to the toddler.

  • Danger Boob. Breastfeeding Part 2

    Danger Boob. Breastfeeding Part 2

    I did not think I was the sort of person to give their boobs nicknames until I breastfed, but then each of them developed its own personality quirks and method of trying to kill me or my baby.

  • Toilet Adventures

    Toilet Adventures

    This is, I regret to inform you, based on not just one true story but many.

  • Shaved My Legs

    Shaved My Legs

    No, really, what makes you say that. I wear jeans a lot more these days. And leggings. Leggings are the best invention possibly ever. Technology peaked at stretch fabric.

  • The Star

    The Star

    Merry Catmas to all who observe!

  • True Crime

    True Crime

    What podcasts do you listen to?

  • The Bird

    The Bird

    Betrayed by my own blood.

  • Unexpected Things Babies Like

    Unexpected Things Babies Like

    I completely expected for them to like power points, grabbing the cat’s tail and throwing themselves from heights. I knew about those things. Following a crawling baby around stopping her from repeatedly headbutting every solid object she came across was not something I expected to be doing at all, let alone often.

  • Double Standards

    Double Standards

    It’s okay everyone, I’m in therapy, therefore this can be read as socially-acceptable self-deprecating snippet of entertainment and not a poor attempt to muffle the scream for constant validation that bubbles up inside me in ever smaller intervals that I am slowly becoming aware will never, ever be sated.