In the '80s, I thought I'd be a success as a woman if I were the president of a billion dollar company, had a sensitive soul-mate husband, two bilingual children, buns of steels, and a compost heap. In the '90s, I pretty much feel I'm a success if I can get through the afternoon without eating a cheesecake.

My mother had always taught me to write about my feelings instead of sharing really personal things with others, so I spent many evenings writing in my diary, eating everything in the kitchen and waiting for Mr. Wrong to call.

Food ... love ... mother ... career ... Live every day to the fullest. Partake of the four basic guilt groups.

The biggest change in my life is that I now have to apologize for being thin.

I'd love to see more equal representation of female and male cartoonists on the comics page.

Mothers send strips to daughters to make a point. Daughters smack strips down on the breakfast table to make a point. My own mom sometimes cuts a strip out and sends it to me to make sure I understand her.

Breaking up: It's so easy to return their possessions, but so hard to get our brain cells back.