My post-child period resulted in one instant change: I write shorter books for kids.

Steve Dallas...a frat-boy lawyer who I knew in school. He's never written me. I suspect he was shot by an annoyed girlfriend, which has saved me many legal fees.

I knew 'Mars Needs Moms! ' would be a movie seconds after the title came to mind. Similarly, I also knew that my daughter would be calling me a dork as a default term of endearment eventually.

And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.

A mind is a terrible thing. All this evolution nonsense is making me feel like a complete APE!

If nothing is serious anymore, then there's nothing to satirize.

I can say that even in the midst of my most cynical comic stripping: Opus shone through with a bit of heart, anchoring the ugly proceedings with a comforting pull of emotion.