Sincerity Sunday: I believe the Covid-19 quarantine had finally hit Karen Moy when she created an extra week of recap for this story. I can't imagine a Mary Worth story actually set during a pandemic that might possibly be resolved before the story resolves, given how long a Mary Worth story can last, but as flabbergasted as I was when the denouement droned on for another week, I now feel like thematically it has been perfectly tuned to recognize the stress we can all feel at times, and the gratitude we all seek in our lives. So, I have to admit that I think this extra week was inserted perfectly, and look forward to a new story with crowded diners and busy airports starting up tomorrow. Thanks for the reminder, Karen.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Mary Worth 2525
Gosh, people sure were hip during the Great Depression.
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Thursday, October 31, 2013
Mary Worth 1,710
If people ever find out about this in Santa Royale, she's going to be cast out of respectable society. Hope she hasn't gotten rid of her old sign.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
It has happened...
I invited you, Dear Readers, to submit your dramatic intpretations of Mary Worth's monologue, "My Compulsion to Help Others." The challenge has been met, and I'm thrilled to share this remarkable artistic achievement with you. Congratulations, Ben, on such a stupifying accomplishment!
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Mary Worth 161
Ladies and gentlemen. Here it is in its entirety, with very few alterations made only to add clarity in this monologue form.Your assignment is to use this monologue to create a video presentation that we can post on the blog. Be as creative as you like. Post it to YouTube and email the link to maryworthandme@gmail.com.
A Mary Worth Monologue
To quote a wise person, “Kindness is my true religion.” But when I look back on my past I know my compulsion to help others is more than that… You know, it’s fascinating how our experiences shape who we are in so many ways! Something happened in my past! Something I’ve never forgotten! I have a story to tell you! It’s really not out of the ordinary to look back sometimes! We’re all in the same boat, really! I’m not alone when I say that something happened in my childhood that shaped who I am today! I usually don’t speak about my past, because I like to live in the present! But you asked where I get my compulsion to help others, so I’ll tell you a story! You know, I wasn’t always as you see me today! Remember, things are not always what they seem! I went through a difficult time as a child, before my mother remarried and circumstances improved! My father was out of the picture early on! This forced my mother to look for work, and left me to fend for myself! I was a child of a broken home who had no one to properly take care of me! My mother did her best! Unfortunately, it often wasn’t enough! Who's to say why things happen the way they do? We grow in character because we struggle. We learn and overcome. I used to go to sleep without dinner. Hungry for food… for love… most of all, for a feeling of self worth! Later on, things improved! But not before I went to bed hungry for more nights than a child should have to bear! There were times in my childhood, when I felt unloved, and unworthy! It wasn’t only due to the lack of food or money, either! [My mother] wasn’t a consistent presence in those days! Still, I hoped things would change! It’s been said, “Suffering produces endurance… and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.” Luckily, I had my friend, Cathy. She didn’t care that my clothes were more than a little worn. We played as kids do. We used to talk and laugh and delight in the insignificant. Friendship isn’t a big thing. It’s a million little things. Sometimes we didn’t talk. Friendship needs no words. Despite having a friend, the feeling of being lowly and unworthy persisted. I tried to pretend I was the same as other kids, but at home I faced cold hard reality. There’s more to my story. As I said before, something happened that was a turning point for me. It raised me up. Made me feel differently about myself. As I was saying, when I was with my friend Cathy, she made me feel better as friends often do. With her I felt like a normal little girl, instead of a neglected child in a broken home. At my house it was a different story. Having her as a friend almost made the long days and nights more bearable. Almost. Sometimes I visited Cathy’s house. Her parents were kind people. One time, I was quiet and seated at their dinner table. When Cathy’s mother started to say grace, I was unsure, so I followed the others’ example. Then something happened that would change my life forever! Cathy’s mother concluded saying grace, “And let us give thanks for having Mary here… who is always welcome at our home for dinner.” As the child of a broken home, I took note of myself. And of a higher power in that one instance. Over the years, circumstances improved… especially after my mother remarried. But that one incident stands out in my mind because I felt something shift inside. One act of kindness made me feel differently about myself. It’s hard to explain it, Toby. Lao-Tse said, “Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profundity. Kindness in giving creates love.” Because of Cathy and because of what Cathy’s mother said, “And let us give thanks for having Mary here, who is always welcome at our house for dinner,” I am who I am today! I help others and I am able to care! That incident made me feel that I am worthy of receiving and ultimately… giving! It’s amazing how a simple act can be transforming. Harold Kushner said, “When you are kind to others, it not only changes you. It changes the world.” What seems unimportant today may take on greater meaning tomorrow. We affect each other in ways that are not always obvious. Children especially are sensitive to things said and done. The simplest word, the smallest deed can have an effect! It’s never too late to have an effect in someone’s life. I was profoundly affected by the kindness of strangers! Someone reached out to me when I needed it most! And now I reach out to others! It’s a privilege to help others as I’ve been helped!… In any way I can… whether it’s advising someone… or inviting a lonely soul to my place for dinner. I’ve gone through hardship, and instead of becoming bitter and angry about it, I’ve taken the high road. It’s called perspective. It comes with experience! Instead of ignoring my past, I look back at the things I truly am grateful for. Like my friend Cathy and her family. They were a Godsend. And they weren’t the only ones! But that’s a story for another day. Lyndon B. Johnson said, “We can draw lessons from the past, but we cannot live in it.” Looking back makes me feel nostalgic. That’s why I try not to do it too often. I hope I answered your question about what compels me to help others.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Mary Worth 156

Actually, I'd never accuse Rabbi Kushner of spouting platitudes, but appearing in Mary Worth as it does, it certainly has the feel.In case you need a few more quotes on kindness to brighten your day, here is Karen Moy's secret source. What would Mary Worth be without Google?
Speaking of two-fers, this was a special treat -- Compare last Sunday's upper right panel, with today's:


It's déjà vu all over again. Haven't I said that before?
Friday, March 28, 2008
Mary Worth 154
Okay, okay, I'm over my sour-puss reaction from yesterday. Fortunately, you, dear readers, picked up my slack with your hilarious comments. I'm not sure why I was so disappointed. This morning's strip made me laugh again. First, it foreshadows Mary's penchant for marrying into wealth, as her mother obviously did.
Second, "something shifted inside?" That's just plain beautiful, man. It explains why Mary appeared to be in such pain during grace.
What a wonderful story this has been!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Mary Worth 153
Now I understand why there was so much build up to this story. She was stalling. I can't say I'm surprised by this turn of events, but I do admit to being massively disappointed... again.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Mary Worth 152
Before today's powerful installment, I just want to say how much I've enjoyed reader comments. There have been some very insightful observations of late. Except for the porno one. That was very un-Mary-Worth-like and has been removed. Now on to the thing that happened that changed Mary's life forever.
Mary obviously feels a tremendous amount of shame when she realizes Cathy's family is worse off than her own, having to eat a pathetic meal of dry sliced bread, potato mash, and boiled grass with nothing but butter knives for utensils. The parents even sacrificed their own two glasses of water for the children's sake and settled for a tea cup half-full of hootch to numb away the pain. And all Mary has done for months is complain about her hunger.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Mary Worth 151
Monday, March 24, 2008
Mary Worth 150
There must be some mysterious and revealing link between how Mary is seated on the Park Bench of Back-Bending Pain and Cathy's dinner table. In the park, legs crossed, she leans precariously against frontal boards, her hip hooked on the narrow ledge holding her upright. At Cathy's home, she somehow holds herself in an upright, seated position by grasping the back of the chair. No wonder she's quiet. The tremendous pressure on her abdomen makes talking impossible.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Mary Worth 149
Happy Easter.
For those who are new to this blog, or perhaps even new to Mary Worth, I thought that I'd help you catch up by printing Mary's story so far. It's really very good, and I'm thinking of using it as an audition piece if I ever return to the theatre. At the very least, I hope to perform it on YouTube, the People's Theatre. And now, without further introduction...
A monologue
To quote a wise person, “Kindness is my true religion.” But when I look back on my past I know [my compulsion to help others] is more than that… You know, it’s fascinating how our experiences shape who we are in so many ways! Something happened in my past! Something I’ve never forgotten! I have a story to tell you! It’s really not out of the ordinary to look back sometimes! We’re all in the same boat, really! I’m not alone when I say that something happened in my childhood that shaped who I am today! I usually don’t speak about my past, because I like to live in the present! But you asked where I get my compulsion to help others, so I’ll tell you a story! You know, I wasn’t always as you see me today! Remember, things are not always what they seem! I went through a difficult time as a child, before my mother remarried and circumstances improved! My father was out of the picture early on! This forced my mother to look for work, and left me to fend for myself! I was a child of a broken home who had no one to properly take care of me! My mother did her best! Unfortunately, it often wasn’t enough! Whose to say why things happen the way they do? We grow in character because we struggle. We learn and overcome. I used to go to sleep without dinner. Hungry for food… for love… most of all, for a feeling of self worth! Later on, things improved! But not before I went to bed hungry for more nights than a child should have to bear! There were times in my childhood, when I felt unloved, and unworthy! It wasn’t only due to the lack of food or money, either! [My mother] wasn’t a consistent presence in those days! Still, I hoped things would change! It’s been said, “Suffering produces endurance… and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.” Luckily, I had my friend, Cathy. She didn’t care that my clothes were more than a little worn. We played as kids do. We used to talk and laugh and delight in the insignificant. Friendship isn’t a big thing. It’s a million little things. Sometimes we didn’t talk. Friendship needs no words. Despite having a friend, the feeling of being lowly and unworthy persisted. I tried to pretend I was the same as other kids, but at home I faced cold hard reality. There’s more to my story. As I said before, something happened that was a turning point for me. It raised me up. Made me feel differently about myself. As I was saying, when I was with my friend Cathy, she made me feel better as friends often do. With her I felt like a normal little girl, instead of a neglected child in a broken home. At my house it was a different story. Having her as a friend almost made the long days and nights more bearable. Almost...
To be continued!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Mary Worth 146: My apology
First, let me say, these are beautifully rendored cupboard doors. I had a set at home, and they were horrible. We had to replace them every six months because they'd fall apart until we finally redid the cupboards, so I see Mary's cupboard and think how pathetic her life was as a child.
Second, I just want to apologize to Joe Giella for yesterday's rant. I'm ashamed of myself. Giella is one of the greats, and I had no right to criticize him. It's just... well, it's just that here we are travelling back in time fifty years, and -- well, personally, I've always dreamed of owning a Giella original drawing of Mary Worth riding in the Batmobile. Giella inked Batman for years - he even penciled Batman for three or four years in the 60s. So I figured Giella knows how to draw a car with a tail fin, and I was just hoping that by now, we'd get to see a cool classic car, or a malt shop or something. But I'll settle down now and trust the master to depict this story in whatever way he feels is best. Joe, you are great; I have not lost faith, and I apologize.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Mary Worth 145
How can you talk when you're being strangled? I would think the best thing about drawing a 50-year flashback would be the opportunity to research period architecture and design that would enhance the romantic nostalgia of the story. Based on the house, it appears Joe Giella may not be all that much into research. Or drawing.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Mary Worth 144
Delighting in the insignificant? That's my entire raison d'être. It's why I love Mary Worth! I feel so validated today.
But panel two scares me. I find nothing delightful or insignificant in discovering that Mary Worth and Cathy have Super Breath. It is perhaps one of the most abused and volatile of super powers. How has Mary restrained herself all these years given the temptation to quickly solve all her problems with Super Breath?
I mean, even Superman couldn't control his Super Breath when Wonder Woman got on his nerves.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Mary Worth 142
I'm having trouble keeping up with all the promises this story is committing to answer: Why is Mary Worth so compulsive about helping people? What happened to Mary's father? Why is Mary's mother so uninvolved? And perhaps the biggest question of all: Why did Mary feel so unworthy? What was she guilty of?
But one question has been answered by this morning's Sunday Serenade: What did little Mary do for food?
So if we suffer and endure long enough, perhaps we'll get some character development in this story? I hope.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Mary Worth 141
Friday, March 14, 2008
Mary Worth 140
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Mary Worth 139
Just when I'd given up all hope for a flashback, it happens. This story is going to go one of two ways: Either someone does a good deed for Mary and she spends the rest of her life trying to payback the favor, or she commits some misdeed so horrendous that she spends the rest of her life trying to atone for her guilt. Either way, I fear, it is going to be pretty pointless.









