I’m back…

Many apologies for the hiatus. I’ve been a bad blogger. It’s been an incredibly busy fall and early winter with little breathing room. I was illustrating my third middle grade book, which means I basically turned into an office troll for three months. Not pretty.

Now that it’s over and I’m emerging from the shadows, I can finally post. Thought I’d do something light and breezy by offering a few comic strip highlights from recent months.

In November, I did a short storyline on Lisa’s emerging menopause. As a *cough* woman of a certain age, I have many friends and family members who are starting this very special time in their lives. Funsies. I’m just glad it’s not such a taboo subject anymore, and I’m happy to help the cause. Here are some strips from that week:

 

Let’s see, what else. Oh yeah, that Thanksgiving storyline. You know, the one where Jill and Rob inadvertently poison their entire family. Here’s a little secret: one of the reasons I did that was so I could have the entire extended Kaplan family together without having to draw them. Don’t tell my syndicate.

An odd coincidence: when this series ran, the romaine lettuce outbreak was occurring. Oops. Not my fault, people — I write months in advance and have no precognition (that I’m aware of).

My latest storyline was a fun one. This had Jill going to a plastic surgeon consultation for a mole removal, and ended with her musing about a boob lift. Spoiler: she doesn’t go through with it. And if you are wondering if this in some way relates to me…

…Thelma and Louise are perfect. PERFECT. Got it? 

(ahem) Here are some strips from said storyline:

I leave you with that. Actually, no. I leave you with this one from today:

Enjoy the holiday, have a wonderful New Year, and see you in 2019!

 

 

HORMONES!

Hormones

My poor, poor husband. He’s surrounded by estrogen. I once jokingly mentioned that when the girls are surly teens, I’ll be on my way to menopause. He craughed (that’s cry-laughed). Then he muttered something about taking a traveling consulting job.

We sporadically deal with a tidal wave of hormones gushing from our older kid. Warning to parents of very young daughters: this starts early. Even a switch to organic, non-hormonal milk hasn’t made a difference.

Now I’m not saying my daughter is a constantly erupting volcano. Most of the time she’s quite pleasant (sibling rivalry aside). In fact, I’d say this year she’s mellowed. But those hormones can sneak up without warning, catching us off guard in the most innocuous situations (much like Vesuvius). And pair that with a low blood sugar episode…well, I usually make like the wind.

Hormones

To put things in perspective, she’s not the only one with the hormones (see above). I just need to hearken back to those college years when my roommates and I shared “cycles.” Those were not pretty times. But we still got through them, friendships intact. Hopefully our family will make it through the coming years much the same way.

If not…well, at least we girls have separate bedrooms.