It wasn’t until I started cartooning myself that I realized he only made it look easy.

He had his own world: a place where the funny and the horrific crossed paths.

He shies away neither from harshness nor from unadulterated sweetness. He also writes great female characters.

My hand twitches with instinctive joy at how you draw a woman’s hat, coat, stance.

Ideas for under the tree: Expired canned goods? Nonworking appliance? Unwanted adult child?