doctor: Browse The Strips
Thursday, June 7, 1984
Monday, February 18, 1985
Sunday, November 6, 1988
Friday, January 20, 1989
Sunday, January 29, 1989
Friday, April 5, 1991
Sunday, March 3, 1996
Saturday, March 7, 1998
Monday, November 22, 1999
Tuesday, November 23, 1999
Friday, February 4, 2000
Friday, February 11, 2000
Wednesday, October 9, 2002
Thursday, October 10, 2002
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Monday, February 17, 2014
Lynn's Comments: I received many letters expressing thanks for showing a Jewish doctor in this strip. I also received a few letters of complaint! I drew the yarmulke--because I have Jewish relatives, my ex-husband and I were married in a civil service by a Rabbi (a great friend of the family), and I have always enjoyed Jewish humour. It was interesting to see how a small symbol of one man's faith could elicit such a strong response.
Sunday December 3, 2017
Lynn's Comments: Living in small towns meant that we got to know the medical folks pretty well. Meeting a doctor at a party, who had just given me a physical check-up, was a challenge at first. Then, like everyone elseā¦I just got used to it!
Friday January 19, 2018
Lynn's Comments: This wasn't a comic strip. This was the real me.
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!