Lynn's Comments: Creating storylines for the strip allowed me to go back and forth between child and grownup. As Elly, I would live in the moment; talk about the day-to-day things a mom might deal with. As Michael, entering junior high school, I would become a teenager again. It doesn't take much to open up those difficult, exciting, passionate, and intensely private times. Try it. Take yourself back to grade 8 and see how much you remember. When adults dismiss teenagers as being "just kids," we are forgetting how brilliant, aware, creative and fragile we were.
Lynn's Comments: When my daughter reads this now, she'll laugh out loud–she and I can spend a full day in a good mall and wish we had more time!
Lynn's Comments: So many people wrote to say this had happened to them, I had to make up a "standard reply!"
Lynn's Comments: I often used to start big projects after dinner when the kids were in bed and the house was quiet. The trouble with this was that I couldn’t stop when I was tired–I was always determined to finish the job…which might be 3:00am.
Lynn's Comments: The walls ARE often crooked. This is why stripes and squares have to be carefully measured and cut. Just call a professional.
Lynn's Comments: I eventually learned some of the tricks of the trade…but by then, I’d messed up a lot of walls.
Lynn's Comments: This was a true to life scenario. I did exactly what you see here, and the only good it did was…to give me a good Sunday comic strip.
Lynn's Comments: I did this. I had become somewhat good at wallpapering and offered to do my mother-in-law’s kitchen. She chose a Lily of the Valley pattern, and it wasn’t until I’d finished the entire room that she noticed the blossoms were upside down!
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."
Lynn's Comments: I imagined that the boys gossiped as much and as cruelly as the girls did. I might have been right.
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.
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.