Saturday, May 28, 2016

Friday, May 27, 2016

Self Portrait by Bob

Self Portrait by Bob Rosenberg
Crayon, pencil, marker, pastel on paper. 2014

Thursday, May 26, 2016


"Bob? Do you smell something weird?"


"I think it's coming from your backpack. Do you have something in there?"

"No, just some french fries from lunch."

Wednesday, May 25, 2016


"So I can walk the last three blocks to school by myself?"

"Yes, but only cross the street where there are crossing guards."

"I know."

"What if a stranger tells you he needs help finding his puppy?'

"I yell, 'No!' and run in the opposite direction."

"What if a man who isn't dad, Felix's dad, or Desmond's dad offers you a ride?"

"I yell, 'No!' and run in the opposite direction."

"What if a guy tells you he has free cupcakes in the back of his white, unmarked van?"

"I yell, 'No!' and run in the opposite direction."



"Baseball cards?"


"What if a lady has the same puppy/ride/cupcakes offer?"

"I yell, 'No!' and run in the opposite direction."

"Do all creeps look creepy?"


"Can you do this?"

"I'm ready, Mom. I'm ten."

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

The Great Bobino

"Mom? Have you ever heard someone say, 'See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya?' Well I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to be anyone else... except maybe Babe Ruth. But no, probably just me."

Monday, May 23, 2016


I thought that after years of tossing things out and going through boxes and culling and simplifying and organizing, that I had divested myself of all of my superfluous ephemera and paper stuffs.

Tonight while looking through a box in the garage I found a couple of work files that I didn't know existed. Old scripts, perhaps? Call sheets or post production schedules, maybe?

File One contained various receipts from 2001. I tossed them.

File Two held a photo from 1998 and page after page of meticulous record keeping of every outfit that I wore that same year. I guess I should hang on to that file in case I ever need it. (Like to prove that I'm a little compulsive.)

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Smacksy Sunday Links

It's the hard days that determine who you are.

Awkward social situations explained with stick figures.

Brené Brown on boundaries.

Secret sidewalk poems.

I could enjoy spending a weekend here.

And a live sand dollar.

Happy Sunday.