Lynn's Comments: I think I've said before that my mother was the ultimate "home remedy queen". If any of us was under the weather, we'd run for cover knowing--if the illness didn't do us in, her potions, unguents and cures certainly would. What I find distressing now is the ever increasing and bewildering choices we have to make when trying to find any over-the-counter pain relief. It immediately makes me want to go back to the remedies my mom pulled out of her hat!
Lynn's Comments: Once again, I received letters from folks who thought the mere suggestion of an “obscene phone call” might rattle the minds of my young readers. I now wonder how much the kids of today have already observed, experienced, and come to terms with by the time they are reading the funny pages!
Lynn's Comments: This was a true story. I did post notes to the family in lieu of nagging…and the notes worked!
Lynn's Comments: My husband said this, and it was a good thing. I was too miserable to write and I needed some good material!
Lynn's Comments: This happened! When my well-meaning kids decided to make mac and cheese for dinner, they put on the macaroni without thinking to stir it. The result was a block of pasta that came out on the spoon like this. A good laugh means nothing is wasted. And, we had a dog.
Lynn's Comments: This was a subject I really wanted to cover. I’d been in this situation myself and had listened to friends as they discussed their own marriage problems with me.
Lynn's Comments: So many truths were there to tell; so many moments of clarity and doubt.
Lynn's Comments: Through the "Annie" character, I wanted to be able to tell what I knew to be true, and yet, it was such a deeply disturbing subject, I lost my courage before I could truly explore it.
Lynn's Comments: Punch lines like this seemed to come to me through some outside resource. I had wondered this very thing…in both my marriages. What did I have to do to prove that I was worth keeping?
Lynn's Comments: Between my two marriages, I dated a psychiatrist. He told me that the worst time to have a serious discussion was after midnight—that after 12:00am, we go into a sort of "twilight zone" where common sense and rationale ceases to exist. "Never," he told me, "get into an argument after midnight!" Mark and I argued many times…sometimes after midnight, and he was right. We’d go round and round in the twilight zone and nobody "won." I'll carry that lesson for a lifetime!
Lynn's Comments: If I wasn't fairly self-aware before I started the strip, I certainly became so afterwards. Writing these scenarios made me think—and from all points of view. Not only was I writing Elly's take on the subject, I was seeing it from everyone else's perspective as well.
Lynn's Comments: I ended this story far too soon. I knew the answer to Annie's question and it was: "Because it’s not over." If an affair has ended the chance that another will begin is all too possible, and in my own experience, probable. When a partner is dissatisfied for whatever reason, is able to lie successfully and get away with it, then the excitement of another conquest often becomes too tempting to resist.
Lynn's Comments: This was good advice. We never took it.
Lynn's Comments: We don't seem to put as much emphasis on cheerleading here in Canada as they do in the States, but still, it's a significant part of a team's morale and often a show of amazing talent.
Lynn's Comments: I admired the girls who tried out for cheerleading and got to go to all the games. I could write a cheer, but never wanted to be a cheerleader. It was far too much work!
Lynn's Comments: Again, I was vilified for showing the boys ogling the girls…but hey, it's what we do! The boys look at the girls and the girls look at the boys, and everyone wants that look to be full of potential. We wear attractive clothes, we do attractive things and the word "attractive" says it all. The critical letters I received made me wonder. Did these writers never enjoy the heart-stopping rush of a teenaged crush, or even enjoy an appreciative glance? I think if we search our collective memories, we’ll all see ourselves in these images of kids longing to be noticed by other kids!