I’ve been feeling a bit bad about defaulting to writing more than I’d intended. So, today’s newsletter is mostly comics. The memory that lies at the heart of this piece was dredged up to the surface by Oldster Magazine (worth reading, no matter how old you are, or would like to be).
Maybe that’s why I got along better with my Dad - he didn’t ask difficult questions.
But, out of curiosity - if you could choose to be any age (you know, wave that magic wand), what age would you choose?
Two things - before you ask, there is no good reason why Mom's hand in that first picture looks like she has a sock puppet... And, if you are curious - I'd probably still answer ten. That was a really great year for me - at least until someone started asking questions that made me wonder whether I was insane to be content.
I don’t know why I’ve wondered this from time to time, though people do ask this question randomly, in friend conversations. Previously, I’ve chosen whatever age I am at the time of the questioning, because acceptance is the answer; I can’t really change the age I am at the moment! Having said that... One of my favorite times of life is when I was in my early 20s and went to work for my favorite pop music magazine. This was in the magical 1980, when music was GREAT, clubs were fun, I had zero responsibility, and I had a blast. However, I didn’t have my husband, so I wouldn’t go back in time. But I am doing my graphic novel about this time, so there you go! Great question, and I’m glad you stuck to your answer. Also, great storytelling via comics; your sequential work is really good 👍