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Growing up my hometown always felt super special - partly because it is, and partly because my parents were so plugged into everything around us through local news.

They met at the @sandiegouniontribune in the 90s, and my dad is still a political cartoonist at @aldotcomnews today. This remains the coolest thing about me. 

I’ve tried to follow in their footsteps in my own ways (sometimes more literally than others - see #10). So it feels super full circle to have spent the past few months working on a project supporting local newsrooms around the country. 

Find yours at the link in bio (pls fr we worked so hard on this). 📰❣️🫶🧡
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It’s these weird and wonderful people’s anniversary today. 

I’m not sure which one because if you ask my mom she says, “Hard to say, we’ve been reincarnated so many times.” 🌞🌝
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Outside times
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I changed my prof pic and people said nice things about it so now I’m posting it on the grid along with some other nice & silly things of late
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Dear friends: I am not dead.

It’s been about 5 months since I’ve drawn a cartoon for AL.com, published my Crowe Jam newsletter, posted a sunset photo or anything new on social media. I haven’t been riding my bike on the bay, hanging out at the Tiki Hut, going to Art Walk or catching live music around Fairhope. Poof. I up and disappeared. I’m sorry I left y’all hanging. I didn’t have much choice.
Where I come from, any time somebody comes up missing, folks might blame it on aliens, or worse … “the hogs ate him.” Well, the hogs didn’t eat me. (I would have been a skimpy meal.)
In early July, I was blindsided - abducted, attacked… by something. I stepped on a trap door, slid down a rabbit hole and fell into a hospital bed in a small room surrounded by doctors in white coats holding clipboards. “Perplexing,” one said. The others nodded. A mortician crouched in the corner.
Rapid weight loss. Distaste for food. Insomnia. Hallucinations. Who was this shrinking, feeble old guy with the haunted look in his eyes? Worst. Prank. Ever. Somebody got me good this time.

Folks, I know I "ain't right." I'm a cartoonist. But how long would it take for doctors to find out "what's wrong?"

By late August, I couldn’t force enough food or protein shakes down my throat to stop the spiraling weight. Getting weaker, I could barely chew. And then I couldn’t swallow.
By mid-September, I was headed back to the hospital and most likely a feeding tube.
But first, an eye exam ...
I was transferred from Thomas Hospital to Mobile Infirmary by ambulance for an 8-day marathon of tests, concluding with biopsy surgery followed by a 5-alarm MRI space trip from hell tour of my brain and spinal column that turned into a religious experience.
I went home with a diagnosis: Sarcoidosis, a rare autoimmune disease. Not cancer, which is what the doctors suspected. Treatable. It's in my family history.
My eye doctor found evidence of the culprit hiding behind my right eye during a routine exam, which helped unlock the mystery.
I am 2 weeks into an intensive steroid treatment plan. I never felt more alive.
#grateful
Thanks for your support, patience, prayers and positive energy. Love y'all. 
JD
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Today’s wedding at The @grandhotelresort 🌞
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Mom ❤️+ Dad ❤️+ NYC ❤️
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We enjoyed the lovely company of our Big City girl @bronwencrowe on a magical Thanksgiving weekend in Gotham. Got all cultured up on Broadway then got all cultured down and dirty at the Comedy Cellar in West Village. Funky good times!
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