Sally Forth Sunday: The Beginning of the End of One Thing

As Jim Keefe and I prepare to enter “Phase Two” of the “Sally Forth Comic Strip Universe” this September (or “Phase 147,” depending on how many times you think I’ve altered/ruined the strip in my 22 years of writing it), we begin to say farewell to a few of the hallmark stories that made Sally Forth—in the words of one critical rave—”Available in print and online.” First up is “Sally Forth Eats the Ears off Her Own Child’s Chocolate Easter Bunny Every Year,” a long-ago inherited running gag that began what I assume as a touching tribute to poor boundary issues and in the last two decades has evolved into a loving tale of parental mind games and ensuing childhood mental breakdowns. So please join us today as we witness Hilary’s last plan to outwit her mom come Easter Sunday and be with us in September, when big changes will occur but, alas, none of them will involve a tiny, green space alien named Ozmodiar that only Ted can see.