Long ago and far away, in a galaxy known as The Silver Age of Comics, I was young and broke, and talked my way into writing a comic for King Features. I had gone to the editor, the esteemed Bill Harris, looking for freelance work. He was very nice and extremely encouraging, except for one thing. “Women,” he said, “don’t write comics.” Harrumph. I left his office...

HANDLE it? Can you even TELL the truth? Jack Nicholson didn’t think so in A Few Good Men. And who are we to argue with Jack? The truth is that in our brave new world of alternative facts, no one looks fat in those jeans, every child is a genius, every dog is adorable (Or is it the other way around?), and everything you serve your guests is the best Whatever It...

Wait a . . . MINUTE? How about ten or twenty — or maybe an hour or more. I’ve had three doctors’ appointments in the last week. Take a wild guess about how many were running late: One? Two? Three? How about every medical appointment in the history of the world? Bing-o. It’s bad enough having to see so many doctors, a situation that only gets worse as you get (you...

What can these dancers tell us about sexual harassment? Read on. When I was young and cute and a photographer’s rep in New York City, I was propositioned so often it was like regular bowel movements. Seriously. One prince of a fellow told me, in  these words, that if I didn’t put out, I wouldn’t get the job. I didn’t get the job. Luckily, he was one of many art...

Everybody has a weakness. Mine is Mallomars. No matter how hard I try to cut back on sugar, I always seem to have a box of these delightful little goodies somewhere in the house. I allow myself two at a time, once a day— well, maybe twice on one of those days— usually with a little cordial-sized glass of milk or a cup of coffee. For reasons I can’t fully describe,...