A Look Inside...For Better or For Worse: Browse The Strips

Tuesday September 12, 2017

Lynn's Comments: When I wrote about the children in the strip, I tried to create situations that were very obviously not about my own children. Nonetheless, Aaron had to explain over and over that Martha didn't exist! He even got a letter from a Martha, wondering if she was "the one."

Tuesday September 19, 2017

Lynn's Comments: This is from my childhood. I used to lean on my mom when she was cooking and annoy my dad when he was reading the paper, and at the time, I didn't know why. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized I was looking for affection. It’s not always easy or convenient to stop what you're doing and hug your kids, but when I was a young mom, I tried.

Wednesday September 27, 2017

Lynn's Comments: I wrote a love letter to a boy in grade 8, and later, I saw him showing it to his friends. They were standing by the goalpost on the field laughing. I thought I would die.

Tuesday October 3, 2017

Lynn's Comments: Farley might have been my favourite character. He was fun to draw and he gave me subject matter that was neutral. Whenever I thought I might have run a storyline for too long, or if things were getting too serious, I’d push old Farley onto the scene for a little comic relief.

Sunday October 8, 2017

Lynn's Comments: After he graduated from high school, Aaron moved to Vancouver. With plans to study broadcasting, he couldn't wait to go. He left home with confidence and an attitude that said, "Goodbye, no horse town!" A few weeks after he’d settled in to his apartment he was sharing with a friend, I got a phone call from my liberated son; "Hey Mom…everything’s fine, I just need you to send me something. It’s um…well…uh…could you please send me my, um, …teddy?"

Wednesday October 11, 2017

Lynn's Comments: After I’d made some pretty sarcastic remarks, my dad asked me if I lay awake at night thinking of nasty things to say. I didn’t, but it was a great idea. After that, I did lie awake thinking of smart aleck remarks—my way of getting back at "the big kids." After awhile, I got pretty good at it and words were my weapon of choice. Sometimes they outlasted a bruising.