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

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

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

The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.

Keep in mind that in 1985, I had a potential readership of over 50 million Americans. At that time, a good portion of those were under 30.

If I could have drawn a cat yelling for lasagna every day for 15 years and have them pay me $30 million to do so, I would have.

Irony can elude the genius among us, sometimes.