All About April: Browse The Strips

Tuesday September 1, 2020

Lynn's Comments: This was so much fun to draw. When I look at this strip again, I remember drawing it in pencil and looking forward to tracing it with pen and ink. Feeling the bite of pen nib on paper and seeing the lines become the characters was like "bringing them to life." April (as a baby) and the dogs were an absolute joy to work on.

Wednesday December 23, 2020

Lynn's Comments: Friends of mine, who had little girls, would give me the fancy dresses their kids had grown out of. I'd look after them and pass them on. These lovely dresses never wore out they just went to the next baby who fit into them. Some of these fancy duds must still be in circulation!

Wednesday February 9, 2022

Lynn's Comments: If you aren't familiar with the old brassiere ad that described their product by saying, "it lifts and separates," then you'll miss this punch line. It was a controversial TV advertisement at the time and it spawned a lot of great comedy.

Sunday May 1, 2022

Lynn's Comments: This Sunday was the result of a "what if" scenario. I was in a department store change booth trying on bathing suits with a growing sense of doom. Everything seemed designed to accentuate my worst assets. My daughter was old enough to know not to escape and lead me on a chase through a busy mall, but the thought crossed my mind. What if I had to run out in public wearing the disastrous suit I was struggling into? This idea made its way onto the Sunday page, and the result was a flood of letters from other moms similarly disgusted by the cruel offerings foisted on us by bathing suit manufacturers.

Sunday November 6, 2022

Lynn's Comments: A neighbour in Lynn Lake used to take in foster children. She had just accepted a little boy who had been left in a backyard. His mother knew that the people who lived there would feed him. She had left him there before. Charlotte asked me if I wanted to see a truly malnourished baby. This little one had an enlarged tummy and all the features of a starving Third World child. She told me he had to have a cookie in each hand before he could go to sleep, and that he constantly hid food in his clothing, so she always had to check the pockets and cuffs of his pants. He hid food in his bedclothes and around the house. He was like a little squirrel: making sure he would have something to eat, making a cache, preparing for winter. With this in mind, I did this drawing...knowing that my own children were lucky to be safe and cared for and fed and loved.