Monthly Archives: January 2018
Tuesday January 2, 2018
Lynn's Comments: My parents insisted we thank (in writing) everyone who sent us a gift. At the time, we thought it was a miserable waste of our time. Now, I know it was an investment in the relationship between myself and the kind person who had been thoughtful enough to send a gift.
Wednesday January 3, 2018
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.
Thursday January 4, 2018
Friday January 5, 2018
Lynn's Comments: My friend Deborah and I walked past a bunch of construction workers who were sitting on a sidewalk having their lunch. We were in New Yorkâit was a narrow space and they had to move their legs to let us by. As we passed, they continued their conversation and politely ignored us. When we reached the next block, Deb turned to me, smiled and said, "Remember when?"
Saturday January 6, 2018
Sunday January 7, 2018
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.
Monday January 8, 2018
Lynn's Comments: I confess: the word "committee" gives me hives.
Tuesday January 9, 2018
Wednesday January 10, 2018
Thursday January 11, 2018
Friday January 12, 2018
Lynn's Comments: I said I often used the strip to "lecture." In this case, I was lecturing myself.
Saturday January 13, 2018
Lynn's Comments: The best way to find yourself working hard as a volunteer is to make a suggestion. Thatâs been my experience.
Sunday January 14, 2018
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.
Monday January 15, 2018
Lynn's Comments: The most frustrating committees I've been on are the ones where many suggestions are made, but nobody volunteers.
Tuesday January 16, 2018
Wednesday January 17, 2018
Thursday January 18, 2018
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!"
Friday January 19, 2018
Lynn's Comments: This wasn't a comic strip. This was the real me.
Saturday January 20, 2018
Sunday January 21, 2018
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.
Monday January 22, 2018
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.
Tuesday January 23, 2018
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.
Wednesday January 24, 2018
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.
Thursday January 25, 2018
Friday January 26, 2018
Lynn's Comments: I actually did this!
Saturday January 27, 2018
Sunday January 28, 2018
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!
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!
Monday January 29, 2018
Tuesday January 30, 2018
Wednesday January 31, 2018
