Amy’s college tour and other things I’m — I mean Jill’s — too young for


I just took my older daughter to my alma mater, and it all came flooding back. I was just there! Yeah, okay, 25 years ago, but still…

So here’s the story. My daughter is a high school senior and is actively looking at schools. We took a road trip to see if my college was someplace she’d like to apply to. The evening before our official tour and info session, we drove by the campus. I was marveling at both the familiarity of the old and the novelty of the new (mainly dorm buildings). Finally, we came upon my old home away from home — the fine arts building.

It’s a good thing the campus was deserted, because I had a total and complete freakout. First, I emitted some kind of high-pitched scream that only dolphins can hear. Then I pulled over, jumped out of the car, and forced my daughter to take a gazillion photos of me in front of the building. She probably thought my body had been abducted by an embarrassing alien. This is the power of nostalgia. You may not know you have it until it’s too late.

I remained (mostly) calm the next day during the actual tour. I only regaled the tour guide with 300 or so anecdotes from the ’90s. When all was said and done, we enjoyed the tour, got the answers we needed, and I happily dragged my kid to a bunch of city bookstores to sign some (shameless plug) INVISIBLE EMMIE books. Oh yeah, I also got even drunker on nostalgia by meeting up with old friends. It was EPIC — a word, btw, you should never utter in front of your teenager.

Since then, my daughter’s toured many more schools. She has yet to sort through her thoughts and narrow down her list, but I must say we had a pleasant bonding experience on that trip. My husband was tasked with the majority of school visits, as he had more vacation days. His experiences were similar: pleasant, informative, and great bonding time. 

I’m no fool…I know the hardest part is yet to come: the applications, the deadlines, the acceptances/rejections. But at least my daughter got the physical sense of where she feels she’d fit in. And that’s huge.

I write about six months ahead. That means in about two months, I’ll hold Amy’s future in my hands…where she will ultimately get accepted to college and where she’ll decide to go. As a parent, I wish I had that power for my flesh and blood child, but I don’t. So I’ll take it wherever I can. 

Poor Amy!



Rob’s 50th!


I’ve been a bad blogger. Apologies. My only excuse is…well, life. Too much of it lately (in a good way, for the most part).

Anyhoo, let’s talk comics. Latest update: Rob turned half a century old. BAM! And yes, his milestone is modeled after my husband’s, who forbade me to announce it or post anything online about it. Hello, doesn’t the dude know I have a syndicated strip? And a wayward drawing hand? Hey, I’m not responsible for the (digital) ink that flows from my pen.


So yes. As things typically go in the world of PD, something happens to Rob and Jill takes it personally. That’s right, she has the midlife crisis. And it’s taking the form of extreme planning.

At least Rob’s handling this with some dignity. I hate to think how I — I mean Jill — will deal in a few years. I’m guessing a straitjacket will be involved. 

Thankfully, Jill chills a little and they enjoy a nice getaway without the extreme stuff.

As usual, Rob can read Jill like a book. Well, she’s not that deep. Maybe a tabloid magazine. But he has a point. She (and he, if he really wants to admit it) knows that there’s only so much time left, and “50” is quite a glaring marker. But 50 today isn’t our grandparents’ 50. Today’s 50-somethings are still young, hot and vibrant…just with more joint problems. 50 means you can take those little getaways without hiring a babysitter. 50 is something to celebrate.

Hopefully I can keep all this in mind in three years…and avoid that straitjacket.

The NCS Reuben Awards in Portland


Memorial Day weekend was pretty exciting this year for many reasons: first (the obvious one), because I was up for an award. Also, because it’s virtually the only time I get to schmooze with so many of my cartooning friends. Third, because there were some heavy-hitting speakers (Hello? Matt Groening and Lynda Barry!). And finally, because it was in Portland, OR, the “it” city I’ve always wanted to visit.

So Mike and I flew west and tried to pack it all in. We failed miserably — didn’t see as many of the sights as we wanted  — but we’re pretty damn sure we’ll be back. We did take a boatload of photos this year, so prepare yourself. Here’s the pictorial itinerary.

Thursday morning: my first board meeting. Yes, folks, look what I got myself into.

See that red tag? I’m officially a National Cartoonists Society board member (VP of BS?). Actually, I’m stoked. They must have taken my type A personality into account. I will definitely do my best to get s**t done. Here’s a nice pic of myself, fellow board member & sister-in-cartooning, Maria Scrivan, and Kevin Segall of Collector’s Shangri-La before the business meeting (click on photos to enlarge):

Thursday afternoon: My husband Mike and I explored downtown Portland with fellow cartoonists. By the way, cartoonists are like barnacles: we attach ourselves to the nearest living creature with a sense of direction and go along for the ride. In this case, it was Mike. 

First, we made a pit stop at the iconic Voodoo Doughnut (tourist’s note: go to Voodoo for the spectacle, but get your doughnut appetite fulfilled at Blue Star). Here’s one of Maria and me outside Voodoo.

I walked off my Butterfinger doughnut by hiking to the Japanese and Rose gardens. Here we are, a bunch of wayward cartoonists in the wild, outside the Japanese Garden entrance. From left: Mike, me, Maria, Daryl Cagle, and Hilary Price (not yet pictured, Dave Coverly, whom were were meeting):

We lost Daryl a little later and gained Dave Coverly:

Much fun was had and many hijinks ensued the rest of the afternoon (sorry, no details will be divulged).

On return, I ran into Jan Eliot. I just had to post this photo because — cartooning aside — she’s simply one of my favorite people to spend time with.

Thursday night: Wacom headquarters hosted a nice, informal cocktail party for the NCS. There was a fun drink-and-draw of sorts. Many of us participated in games conducted on Wacom’s state-of-the-art drawing tablets. My theme: “Draw America today, as if it had lost the American Revolution.” After a few drinks and only 5 minutes to draw, this is what I came up with (note how the sketch quickly deteriorated from left to right as I frantically tried to finish in time):

And here’s one right after (or maybe before?) the party, with Peter Gallagher, Jeff Knurek, Dave Blazek, and Eileen Blazek. Not sure why it looks like there’s a spotlight on us, but just go with it.

Friday morning: a main highlight of the trip. Many cartoonists were bused to Doernbecher Children’s Hospital to draw for the kids there. Always a rewarding, moving experience. I learned quickly that I enjoy drawing characters from “Moana,” which I was instructed to do by some small patients. Here’s a little montage of pics from that morning. (Top photo from left to right: Jan Eliot, Patrick McDonnell, Tom Stemmle, myself, and Jeff Knurek)

Friday afternoon: More barnacles joined Mike for another stroll in downtown Portland. Our main destination: Powell’s Books. My “book twin,” Mark Parisi (“Marty Pants”) and I signed some stock and toured around.


Loved seeing this display:

We even bumped into Mo Willems, who was acting like a civilian in a bookstore for once. He showed us his finds. (From left: Mo Willems, Mark Parisi, Jeff Knurek, myself)

A few blocks away, I finally found my Reubens banquet garb in a saucy window display. (not shown: whip and gimp accessories) Check!

Here’s a montage of some other random Portland sights:

Friday night: once again, the nice folks at Wacom hosted a slew of cartoonists for the NCS annual Welcome Cocktail Party. Here’s our selfie attempt from the rooftop balcony: 

With greeting card Reuben winner: my sweet and talented friend, Debbie Tomassi.

With “Cartoonist of the Year” (and someone I really admire), Ann Telnaes.

With another renowned cartoonist, Wily Miller. (I took this pic specifically for my brother, who is a huge fan of Wily’s work.)

Saturday: Another highlight of the trip was hearing some incredible speakers. The first was a round-up of Simpsons giants: Matt Groening, David Silverman, and Tom Gammill. The banter and visuals were as funny as you’d expect. Apologies for the blurry photo.

My own personal highlight was seeing Lynda Barry, the most influential cartoonist of my (young adult) life. I even erupted in tears while waiting to meet her (classy, Terri). Despite my fangirl breakdown, she was incredibly sweet to me. And wow — what a speaker. Here’s my post-breakdown photo op:

Saturday night: Reuben Awards banquet. Top to bottom: obligatory hotel room dress pose. Mike and me. With Sophie Miller Chatfield. With the ever-enthusiastic Mike Peters. Toasting with fellow “Newspaper Comic Strip” nominee (and winner!) Jeff Parker


Aaaand some more. With Hilary Price, and Maria Scrivan.

With Brian Walker, Dan Piraro, and Hilary Price…

…and Mo Willems.

More! Top to bottom: with Brian Walker and David Silverman (yes, I just earned my coolness cred there). With Jerry Scott and Rick Kirkman. Opening remarks by NCS prez Bill Morrison and his wife, Kayre Morrison. With Jeff Parker and his hardware after the ceremony.


Nope, I didn’t get the prize this time, but Mike and I had a blast. As usual, the weekend was too short. Looking forward to more schmoozings with this fun, warm crowd. In the meantime, here’s one last pick with some talented fellow “losers,” Mark Parisi and Sarah Anderson.

Till next time!
















“Invisible Emmie” Book Tour!


(official obligatory author headshot)

I’m hitting the road for an Invisible Emmie book tour next week! And because I love the midwest, that’s where I’ll be. 10 presentations in 5 days! I’m trying not to think too hard about the math. I’ll be speaking at middle and elementary schools in Cincinnati, OH, Mount Vernon, OH, and Kalamazoo, MI. Then it’s back to Cleveland for the launch party & signing

There is one public speaking event at the Bookbug bookstore in Kalamazoo, MI, so if you Michiganians (and your friends/families) can make it there, I’d love to see you. I’ll speak about my cartooning career, the new book, and sign copies of Invisible Emmie.

Event date:
Thursday, May 4, 2017 – 5:00pm to 6:00pm
Event address:
3019 Oakland Drive
Kalamazoo, MI 49008

The 2016 NCS Awards!


So pleased to announce that Pajama Diaries has once again been nominated for “Best Newspaper Comic Strip” by The National Cartoonists Society for 2016. Winners will be announced May 27 in Portland, OR, at the annual Reuben Awards banquet.

Congrats to all the nominees!

Who needs hair…and the ongoing “ET” saga


As you’ve probably guessed, the late March storyline was deeply personal. Many of you know I was diagnosed with a blood disorder, Essential Thrombocytosis, years ago. Well, it’s a relatively benign but progressive disease, and for the past few years, it’s progressed a lot.

In general terms, my bone marrow overproduces platelets. This can cause bleeding and clotting issues if not controlled. For a long time, I only needed a baby aspirin to thin my blood and a vitamin regimen to alleviate the side effect of migraines. That worked well until about two years ago when my overachieving platelets shot up into the millions.

Time to call in the big guns. I went on a medication that helps lower the platelet count. It helped…for a while. And then my count started going up again. So my doctor increased the dosage.

About 3-4 months later, this happened:

My dermatologist and hairdresser confirmed it — I still had plenty of hair on top of my head, but it was thinning from the bottom. It was upsetting, to say the least. And I felt — to be blunt — ugly and unfeminine. Bless his heart, my husband disagreed.

Around September last year, I finally bit the bullet and got a new haircut. It helped. I still feel more, well, me, with long hair, but this worked wonders. Even my kids liked it.

As for my platelets, the medication stopped working and now I’m on a new one that will hopefully work better in the long run. It’s a wait-and-see process. And it may make my hair fall out again. 

But even I’m starting to realize that there are more important things. Like staying alive. That’s kinda big.

On a brighter note, I leave you with one of the few selfies I’ve ever taken. I snapped this right after I got my haircut and dried off all my tears. It’s actually one of my favorite photos.

Probably because I look pretty alive.

Lake Erie Ink Comic Con


This Saturday, March 4, I’ll be speaking and conducting a workshop at Lake Erie Ink’s 5th Annual Kids’ Comic Con in Cleveland. This is a great event with terrific presenters, and I’m thrilled to be part of it again (third time!).

Hope to see all you locals. Here is the info.



It’s been a while since I’ve posted. Anything interesting happen in the past month? Yeah, okay, I’ll just move right past that.

In case you’ve been more preoccupied with the news than with the funny pages (btw, I highly recommend the comics as an antidote), 2016 was a turbulent year in the PD characters’ lives. Certainly, they’ve managed to retain their sense of humor throughout all of it. For your entertainment pleasure, here’s a little recap.

Nanci has been challenged by her son Ben’s special needs and continues to navigate this new course.

Grandma Sophie has begun to deteriorate. Her dementia is a constant concern for her family. Jill, as usual, internalizes it.

Rob started traveling for work, which presented some new challenges (and comic relief) for the Kaplan family.

Amy entered in her junior year and feels the pressure of school and upcoming college decisions.

Jess is blooming into a full-fledged teenager, which presents new emotional and, um, physical changes.

And Jill is…well, Jill. Still nutty and preoccupied as ever.

A little peek into her Magic 8 Ball: she’ll soon face some physical challenges of her own.

Stay tuned. Until then, stay strong in 2017!

Those strips about Ben, part 2



It’s been 6 months since my last post about the ongoing “Ben” series. Thought I’d share a little update.

After waiting many months, Ben has finally had his autism evaluation, and Nanci and her husband are waiting for the results. One thing I’ve learned through research: it can take a painfully long time to get diagnosed, and the wait can be agony for the family. 


Meanwhile, there is some comic relief. Kids on the spectrum have a myriad of challenging traits, but also some funny ones. Gettin’ nekked is one I can applaud. Sometimes kids with sensory issues just don’t want their clothes touching them. I understand this to the extent of practically ripping off my bra as soon as I step in the doorway (okay fine, IF I’m wearing a bra). Obviously, it runs a little deeper here.


There are other challenges as well. Families can have a tough time. Marriages can suffer, especially if parents aren’t on the same page. Nanci and David can attest:


Not having kids who are on the spectrum, this is clearly uncharted territory for me. But I still think autism is a good topic for the strip and can be addressed with both humor and heart.

So I’ll continue taking on this self-imposed challenge. Stay tuned.