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!
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!
This was a true story. I did post notes to the family in lieu of nagging…and the notes worked!
My husband said this, and it was a good thing. I was too miserable to write and I needed some good material!
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.
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.
So many truths were there to tell; so many moments of clarity and doubt.
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.
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?
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!
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.