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Cathy Guisewite

Cathy Guisewite was born in Dayton, Ohio, and spent the first five "Wonder Years of Life" there before moving to Midland, Michigan - the deeply rooted Midwestern foundation she believes made the rest of her life possible.

She created the "Cathy" comic strip in 1976, which ran in nearly 1,400 newspapers for 34 years. The strip earned Guisewite the National Cartoonist Society Reuben Award in 1992, an Emmy Award for Outstanding Animated Program for the TV specialCathyin 1987, and the high honor of having her work displayed on the front doors of refrigerators across the land. She was inducted into the Ohio Women's Hall of Fame in 1988, and the Dayton Region's Walk of Fame in 2017.

As the voice of the "Cathy" cartoon, Guisewite found her way into the hearts of readers more than 40 years ago, and has been there ever since. Her hilarious and deeply relatable look at the challenges of womanhood in a changing world became a cultural touchstone for women everywhere.

Now Guisewite returns with her signature wit and warmth in a debut essay collection, Fifty Things That Aren't My Fault, about another time of big transition, when everything starts changing and disappearing without permission: aging parents, aging children, aging self stuck in the middle.

She lives in California with her handsome and charming dog, Leo.

(Photo of Cathy Guisewite by Douglas Kirkland).

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Fifty Things That Aren't My Fault

For 34 years, Cathy Guisewite bonded with millions of women and their mothers "in our dating, dieting and dreaming years" through her popular, iconic comic strip "Cathy," which appeared in 1,400 newspapers at its peak. With the publication of Fifty Things That Aren't My Fault: Essays From the Grown-Up Years, she fulfills her lifelong dream "to express more than what could fit into the boxes of a comic strip." "These are essays from the heart, soul and stomach of modern womanhood," she say ...
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"Hey, don't panic now," I said to a friend yesterday. We were coming out of the library and I had on my deadpan serious face. "But there's a strange looking winged thing crawling into your hair." Her hand went up to her head like a shot, and I yelled "April Fool!" Later on, I couldn't tell what hurt more - my sides from the non-stop laughing we did, or my arm from where she justifiably socked me. Silly, isn't it? Maybe so. But I've always had a soft spot in my heart for April Fool's Day. ...
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