Creating storylines for the strip allowed me to go back and forth between child and grownup. As Elly, I would live in the moment; talk about the day-to-day things a mom might deal with. As Michael, entering junior high school, I would become a teenager again. It doesn’t take much to open up those difficult, exciting, passionate, and intensely private times. Try it. Take yourself back to grade 8 and see how much you remember. When adults dismiss teenagers as being "just kids," we are forgetting how brilliant, aware, creative and fragile we were.
When my daughter reads this now, she’ll laugh out loud–she and I can spend a full day in a good mall and wish we had more time!
So many people wrote to say this had happened to them, I had to make up a "standard reply!"
I often used to start big projects after dinner when the kids were in bed and the house was quiet. The trouble with this was that I couldn’t stop when I was tired–I was always determined to finish the job…which might be 3:00am.
The walls ARE often crooked. This is why stripes and squares have to be carefully measured and cut. Just call a professional.
I eventually learned some of the tricks of the trade…but by then, I’d messed up a lot of walls.
This was a true to life scenario. I did exactly what you see here, and the only good it did was…to give me a good Sunday comic strip.
I did this. I had become somewhat good at wallpapering and offered to do my mother-in-law’s kitchen. She chose a Lily of the Valley pattern, and it wasn’t until I’d finished the entire room that she noticed the blossoms were upside down!
When I wrote about the children in the strip, I tried to create situations that were very obviously not about my own children. Nonetheless, Aaron had to explain over and over that Martha didn’t exist! He even got a letter from a Martha, wondering if she was "the one."
I imagined that the boys gossiped as much and as cruelly as the girls did. I might have been right.
This is from my childhood. I used to lean on my mom when she was cooking and annoy my dad when he was reading the paper, and at the time, I didn’t know why. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized I was looking for affection. It’s not always easy or convenient to stop what you’re doing and hug your kids, but when I was a young mom, I tried.
I wrote a love letter to a boy in grade 8, and later, I saw him showing it to his friends. They were standing by the goalpost on the field laughing. I thought I would die.