Lynn's Comments: I often used the strip in serious ways. Here, I was telling young people that the words "thank you" are never out of style. It was fun to hide a "lecture" in a series of drawings, dialogue and punch lines.
Lynn's Comments: I was going to write something about reading being far too important to allow TV and other devices to rob us of this essential skill. But I think I'll just let the strip speak for itself.
Lynn's Comments: This one strip brought so many comments that I had to have help to answer the mail. It seems that most of us see our pets as part of the family.
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: One year, the snow in Lynn Lake, Manitoba was perfect for snow forts. The temperature was above -15C, a rare phenomenon in this northern town. My husband took a shovel and followed Aaron, who must have been about 6, out to where there was a snow bank piled up by the grader. He dug and dug, and was so excited about his snow fort that Aaron got cold watching him and came home. He continued to dig until he realized he was alone. Then he continued to dig. The fort had become his! It must have been funny to see a grown man out there happy as a clam, full of fantasy, just being a kid in the snow.
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: This really happened, but it was me who waited in the snow for the garbage truck. It took awhile to realize I was out there on the wrong day!
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: To this day, I can’t resist "boinging" the little springy thing that keeps a door from hitting the wall. Writing the sound effects here was so much fun!
Lynn's Comments: I remember telling my mother a lie like this and it got too big to handle. The truth, though painful, is always easiest in the long run!