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!



Too Much of a Good Thing…


I have control issues. There. I said it. In fact, I’m a bit of an obsessive/compulsive head case. Well, maybe not that bad. I don’t check five times in a row to make sure I locked the door or anything, but I’m a perfectionist and pretty orderly. I freak if my kids get below an A- on any given test, and I hate flying…for lack of control, of course. If I could compare my personality to that of anyone’s, it would be the character “Monica” from “Friends.” I even have her relentless cleaning tendencies. I stop at the competitiveness thing, though. Hey, I’m not crazy.

But I have to be especially careful around my kids. My husband already accepts my control-freakazoid personality, but I don’t want to be one of those overbearing helicopter parents. What I need is to find a happy medium — and with my genetics, that’s hard to achieve. I’ve already started doing what I swore I’d NEVER do…nag. I guess it’s unavoidable, though, as my kids need to hear everything at least 200 times before it sinks in.

Where I do draw the line is with art projects. I know it seems contrary to my profession, but I rarely take control here. I learned my lesson when my daughter’s first diorama started looking like an off-Broadway set (due to my art direction). My husband had to tell me to remove props. Better to leave the teaching to the experts. In fact, my kids are now in a weekend art class and, thankfully, love it. I remember my mother – an amazing painter – did the same thing with me and I thank her for that. I probably would’ve strangled her. As my kids would with me.