sunday: Browse The Strips

Sunday October 5, 2025

Lynn's Comments: I’m looking at this again as someone they now call “elderly.” (Aaaaughhhh!) I was in my 40s when I did this strip, and from my present vantage point, I can’t imagine what these ladies are grousing about.

Sunday November 30, 2025

Lynn's Comments: If any Canadians out there remember “Charlie Farquharson” —comedian Don Harron’s alter ego, you’ll recognize this sweater. As Charlie, he wore it until it was threadbare. One time, we were doing a stage show and one of the skits was about Charlie. Don, a good friend, offered to lend us his coveted sweater. I declined. Borrowing it would have been too big a risk! Don and I were friends for many years, and after his death, his partner, Claudette, had his cap and sweater sent to the Canadian archives—a fitting storage place for two iconic pieces of clothing.

Sunday December 28, 2025

Lynn's Comments: When my in-laws moved, we had to empty their freezer. It was huge and we went through the contents the way archaeologists would tackle a dig. There were pies on the bottom that must have been 15 years old. Not wanting to waste anything, Ruth dutifully cooked up everything she could—except the dried, wizened, freezer burned hot dogs. Not even the kids would touch those!

Sunday January 4, 2026

Lynn's Comments: I did this to my brother. It was one of those spur-of-the-moment things that seemed like a good idea at the time. His girlfriend, on the other end of the line, was convinced that he had another girl with him. I did such a good job of cooing into the phone, he had a hard time convincing her that it was his sister playing a prank. I paid dearly later on…but it was worth it!

Sunday January 11, 2026

Lynn's Comments: If you don’t live in Ontario, Canada—or any other place where a block heater is a necessary winter appliance, you won’t know the nuisance and embarrassment of forgetting to unplug the thing when you drive away.

Sunday February 8, 2026

Lynn's Comments: This idea came from a lunch I had with Peanuts creator, Charles Schulz. We were in a busy pub. There was a hockey game on the big screen television, and when someone shot the winning goal, the bar erupted in, “We’re number one! We’re number one!” Sparky turned to me and said, rather dryly, “I don’t understand. How can these people say they’re number one when all they did was sit here? They did nothing!” I wanted to make this as authentic-sounding as possible, so I asked my friend Kevin Strang—who was on his way to becoming a professional hockey player, to help me write the commentary. (Kevin also colours my Sundays.) The name Borecki was for a dear friend with whom I was hoping to reconnect. Sometimes putting a name in the papers like this helped me to find people.