My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.

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

I'll confess right here that I secretly wish I'd have drawn a strip about a little boy with a fake tiger, going for adventures throughout the universe in spaceships of his imagination.

My kids hear me behind my door, giggling like an idiot, and they roll their eyes at the blatant indignity of it all.

Doonesbury had the requisite and overwhelming influence in 1980, as it did on any college cartoonist who was paying attention, of course.

I could draw Bloom County with my nose and pay my cleaning lady to write it, and I'd bet I wouldn't lose 10% of my papers over the next twenty years. Such is the nature of comic-strips. Once established, their half-life is usually more than nuclear waste.

I started as a news photographer at the University Of Texas' Daily Texan.