Written and illustrated by Antsy McClain The green, green dust of home From pollen in spring to ragweed in autumn,…
Author: Antsy McClain
Age is just a number(A real, actual number that just goes up. Really fast.)I am at the age now that…
Written and Illustrated by Antsy McClainFrom Valentine’s Day to the Cooties, who we are as adults is largely shaped on…
Written and Illustrated by Antsy McClainSo it goesMy fickle relationship with New Year’s resolutions, gym memberships and book clubsI approach…
Our Ghosts of Christmas Past can visit us in dreamsOur Christmas tree always looked like Dale Earnhardt and Liberace collided…
Less is more? Not anymore. More is more. And even more is more better.Midcentury architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe1…
I looked in the mirror anxiously and saw someone I no longer recognized. The stubble on my face revealed that…
At my age, I’m having to accept the fact that “old school” can be applied to just about everything about…
I’m under a large cedar tree in my backyard, surrounded by unlit tiki torches. The sky is saying goodnight with…
To whomever reads this, I’m calling this “My Zombie Apocalypse Journal,” although I don’t know exactly what this is. I…