It's Not Terribly Dignified To Have Anyone

My Post-child Period Resulted In One Instant Change: I Write Shorter Books For Kids.

Some Of Us Find Our Lives Abridged Even Before The Paperback Comes Out.

Dear Lord, I've Been Asked, Nay Commanded, To Thank Thee For The Christmas Turkey Before Us... A Turkey Which Was No Doubt A Lively, Intelligent Bird... A Social Being... Capable Of Actual Affection... Nuzzling Its Young With Almost Human- Like Compassion. Anyway, It's Dead And We're Gonna Eat It. Please Give Our Respects To Its Family.

I Was Never Asked To Join The Editorial Cartoonists Of America. No Fraternity Would Have Me In College, Either. I Think They Know Something.

And Just As It Is With All Proper Grannies, She Ordered Me Into My Pink Bunny Jammies.