I grew up in a house that had a whole lot of trouble. As much trouble as you could imagine.

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

I am about as detailed as a shadow.

He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!

You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.

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

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.