Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm stranded in the wrong time where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme

When I was in high school at Northeast Catholic in Philadelphia in the late '30s, I found that drawing caricatures of the teachers and satirizing the events in the school, then having them published in our school magazine, got me some notoriety.

A peaceful home is as sacred a place as any chapel or cathedral.

Many of my cartoons are not a belly laugh. I go for nostalgia, the lump in the throat, the tear in the eye, the tug in the heart.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm stranded in the wrong time where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme

Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on So tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

OF COURSE I'd like to be the ideal mother. But I'm too busy raising children.