These are very confusing times. For the first time in history a woman is expected to combine: intelligence with a sharp hairdo, a raised consciousness with high heels, and an open, nonsexist relationship with a tan guy who has a great bod.

You'll never call him Fifi again.

I am not sure how much I would like being married if I wasn't married to him. A man who likes flea markets and isn't gay? I knew I was lucky.

My goal on my bucket list is to write a romantic comedy movie.

You may be a lady but you are still the man!

I remember my comic strips being called "new wave." It bugged me.

Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid?