my life as a sketchbook

I have hidden in a sketchbook and a journal all my life. Time to open the books, reframe the story & time. Copyright Cinders McLeod. All rights reserved

I recently read an article about how personal life is the first thing to go when a woman becomes a single mum. I don’t think a lot of people realize that. When I first became a single mum, I was either at work outside the home or at work inside the home. I could barely maintain my children, and myself, let alone my friends. Some friends understood and some crossed to the ‘dark side.’ I joke but it was a painful time. Sure, some things have moved on for women, but I am living proof that some things have not. Single mothers are still beating targets. I drew this cartoon before I fully understood that.

(SNP: Scottish National Party)

 

The publisher was nervous should there have been a bomb attack when the Brromie Law book was launched, the title Hey! I didn’t order a bomb! wouldn’t look good. But the idea – what actions are we supporting our governments to carry out, whether we realize it or not – still resounds in my conscience

The publisher was nervous should there have been a bomb attack when the Brromie Law book was launched, the title Hey! I didn’t order a bomb! wouldn’t look good. But the idea – what actions are we supporting our governments to carry out, whether we realize it or not – still resounds in my conscience

“Hey! I didn’t order a bomb!” This should have been the cover of Broomie Law. Big regret.

“Hey! I didn’t order a bomb!” This should have been the cover of Broomie Law. Big regret.

This was one of my favourite Broomies. Not quite sure why. Just love the moment when the innocent citizen realizes that she is unwillingly paying for instruments of death - from one hidden charge or tax or another…

Thank god she doesn’t realize that the the military industrial complex often gets away with paying nothing (Behind you, Broomie, behind you)

 

any movement with “new” attached to it makes grandparents writhe in their graves

I remember when the first Tony Blair leaftlet came through my front door. One look at his smooth face and I knew the labour party was in trouble

Ok – so now I’m on a string of anti-new-labour party cartoons. Broomie wonders if she should be eating at their table.