Lynda Barry

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  • One Hundred Demons

    The cicadas fill the hour with sound. My friends' suicides fill me with blankness
  • One Hundred Demons

    Why do some girls have girlness while other girls only have envy?
  • One Hundred Demons

    The San Francisco growing inside me
  • One Hundred Demons

    Today's demon: Dancing. The groove is so mysterious.
  • One Hundred Demons

    Common scents: No two houses ever smell alike.
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    Resilience: When you put something out of your mind, where does it go?
  • Dad liked vodka best

    So I stole his baseball glove that had supernatural powers.
  • One Hundred Demons

    Tales of things that never happened told by people we've never met.
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    My second grade teacher taught me the secret of puppy love.
  • One Hundred Demons

    You're not supposed to hate anybody, but what am I supposed to feel when Ronnie Delgado pushes me down?
  • Letters to the editor

    Readers welcome Lynda Barry. Plus: Defending ourselves against air rage; are Elian's relatives unfit guardians?
  • One Hundred Demons

    Why do I love creepy things? The debut of her biweekly comic
  • "Cruddy" by Lynda Barry

    A funny and harrowing illustrated novel about a kid whose parents' beatings can't keep her down.
  • The evil two books and one video do

    A visit to the dark side (and back) courtesy of "The Blair Witch Project," Andy Kaufman and Lynda Barry.
  • Letters to the Editor

    Camryn Manheim's flawed world; I'm afraid of my anthrax shots.
  • Barefoot on the shag

    Cartoonist Lynda Barry talks about Dennis Rodman, Matt Groening and her own darkly funny "Ernie Pook's Comeek."
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