Lynn's Comments: When I was a kid, I loved to teach my younger brother to do stuff our mom would object to. For example, I got him to thump back and forth in his stroller so it was harder to push, and I showed him how to bite the bottom off his ice cream cone so the ice cream would drip through. I don't know why I did these things. The results didn't go well for either of us.
Lynn's Comments: I liked the spitting sound in this last panel so much, I had the same letters put on my license plate!
Lynn's Comments: Looking at these last 2 days worth of strips, I see that I've used the word "ready" 7 times. If I was checking the work of a student, I'd point this out right away as an error in the script!
Lynn's Comments: This was done at the time when my parents were leaving their house of many, many years. My mother had more plastic containers than anyone you can imagine.
Lynn's Comments: I had fun here drawing Phil and Elly's facial expressions. Nothing can show emotion like the elastic face of a cartoon character!
Lynn's Comments: Our small dog, Willy, loved everyone. The only time he'd bark with any kind of viciousness was when he saw the snow plow. He would chase it down our lane, believing for all the world that he had saved us from a monster.
Lynn's Comments: Here it is! This is my mother's basement with all the plastic containers!
Lynn's Comments: My parents never did sell their house and move to a smaller place. By the time they were thinking of this, Mom was too sick to move and Dad wanted her to stay in their old, familiar surroundings. What happened in the strip is what should have happened; how their last years should have been. I was able to hold onto both of them just a little longer in my make-believe comic strip world.
Lynn's Comments: This strip was done for the joy of drawing Elly eating watermelon. Personally, I've never liked watermelon at all!
Lynn's Comments: Talking about favourite places in and around Vancouver was a lot of fun. I'd been told by editors that I shouldn't be "too Canadian" because the majority of my readers were American. Still, I went ahead because this is what I know! The result was a series of letters from readers talking about where they had been in BC and what they liked best about the scenery, the coast and the culture.
Lynn's Comments: When I was around 30, I asked my mother, "When can you say you have truly grown up?" She replied, "Never." When her dad died, she looked up from writing the obituary and said, "I'm an orphan, now." She was over 65.