For about six years I've been making a zine of one-page illustrated stories called Forgive Me.

I make these stories by pulling a noun from a stack of index cards and writing and drawing the first memory that comes to me. It sounds sort of vague and...

All weekend I've been thinking about the late great MCA, Adam Yauch, member of The Beastie Boys. I traveled through Brooklyn and thought of him, a Brooklyn boy raised in the still unhipped neighborhood of Midwood. I thought about my little brother Blake at 8 years-old blasting "(You Gotta) Fight...

Is it me or does Mad Men smell this season? I don't mean that it isn't good; I mean, can you get a whiff of the world that they are living in? My husband and I watched Sunday's episode last night and both had the sensation of knowing well what...

Awhile ago, I got rid of all my cassette tapes, with the exception of all the mixed tapes that I've amassed since 1991. My best friend in college was the QUEEN of delaying schoolwork by making up crafts. She showed me not...

I am about to return a book that is 31 years late. I checked it out of my school's library when I was in 3rd grade. I can't imagine the fines. I hope that my recent donations of art and books to their fundraising auctions will soften the blow, as...

I am sure you were rocked with the news just as I was that Fluff has changed their jars for the first time in sixty years. I saw the shocking newsflash that Fluff was now being distributed in plain old plastic tubs like Skippy and Jiff Peanut Butter when I...

As a young woman my grandmother, Jeanne, received a partial scholarship to college, but her parents said there was no way they would cover the rest -- she was a girl. The money needed to go to her brothers. So she did...

I have kept an ongoing journal for almost 20 years. That's just the ongoing version. If you count the earlier sporadic versions of journals, it's been almost 30. I say I keep a journal -- but that "journal" is now 112 volumes long. I am one of those people --...

After I wrote my last post on the series of illustrations about what I love about where I live, I was asked to exhibit them in the café down the street from my apartment. It was a perfect venue. Not only was the cafe showcased in the series...

I am going to admit something to you: I am a grass is greener type of gal and this gets me into all sorts of trouble, all the time. I remember years ago, when I was still living in California, pining for the excitement and edgier life of New York....