Lynn's Comments: This, indeed, was what I experienced as a young mom. With a demanding job and many projects on the go, I hardly had time to think. I used to say, "If I didn't have to sleep, I could get SO MUCH done!"
Lynn's Comments: I laughed out loud when this idea came to mind. I remember looking up into the void and saying "Thanks" to the spirit who was writing this stuff.
Lynn's Comments: I remember feeling this way. It takes a long time to discover who your real, true friends are. Strangely enough, some of my true friends are people I have known since I was the same age as Elizabeth is in this strip.
Lynn's Comments: I hated my nose. I hated the way it turned up, and I hated the freckles on it. I hated the shape of my forehead and the back of my head was flat. I also hated my shape. Strange how you spend so much time criticizing the things you can't change while ignoring the things you can.
Lynn's Comments: I was about seven and my brother was five. We had been having one of our knock-down, drag out fights. Mom was in the basement and either ignored us or couldn't hear just how angry the fight had become.
Our one bathroom, which had a locking door, became a refuge. If you could get in there first, you were safe. You had to slam the door to get it to lock. I ran into the bathroom, slammed the door and Alan screamed. Thinking he was just screaming with rage, I continued to shove the door shut not knowing that his finger had been caught in the door jamb. By the time I realized there was something wrong, I had seriously injured his finger. Mom rushed us to the hospital where he was given a shot and had his finger bound with gauze. It wasn't broken, but his knuckle was severely bruised and the skin had split with the pressure. I was so sorry. Even though Alan accepted my apology, I've never forgotten the incident and I have never forgiven myself!
Lynn's Comments: My brother and I were expert teases. We savoured every "gotcha" and every "Aaaughh!!!!" We added them up, we made sure we were even. I don't think we stopped until we were in our twenties!
Lynn's Comments: After all the care we put into choosing their food, a dog usually prefers garbage. A garbage-flavoured kibble might be something to consider.
Lynn's Comments: I confess…I have purchased my share of dumb, gross, stupid and downright insulting greeting cards. My philosophy is: "If it’s funny, it’s fine."
Lynn's Comments: I remember being a go-between for a girlfriend and the guy she liked. I remember wondering what in the world she saw in him. We were in third grade and already she was talking about marriage. With memories like this, I don't dismiss the thoughts and feelings of "little kids." You're never too young or too old to fall in love!
Lynn's Comments: When the "Mike and Martha" series was running for the first time, my son was being asked at school who the heck Martha was. He told everyone there was no Martha and that his mother had just made her up. Nobody believed him—even though they were with him every day and could see that Martha didn't exist. Strange how closely my kids were compared to the kids in the strip—even though I had changed their ages, their names and their circumstances.