YOUR Crazy Mother …

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These are the tales of Myrna and myself. Yes, I live with my mother. Yes, I’m “middle-​​aged”. Regardless, she is crazy and I’ve decided to document that insanity for the betterment of humankind and to minimize its lasting affect upon me. These stories sprang from emails to my sister. When Myrna would do something particularly nutty, which of course elicits an equally nutty response from me, I would send my sister an email titled something like “YOUR mother just x”. My sister liked them so much (I think because she’s 700 miles away from the epicenter and the cookoo waves don’t quite reach that far) that she asked me to keep them and perhaps write a book. Well, who’s got time to write a book. I do actually, but I thought I’d start out with this humble blog to test the taste and patience of my audience whomever they might be.

I have been fairly truthful in my recounting of the mundane dramas and have endeavored to not exaggerate too much. You should think of these stories as tiny, sad, funny, comic vignettes that bear a resemblance to a sad, funny, comic life (her’s and mine — everyone’s really). It is important to stress here and now that I do respect my mother. She has survived a great deal and done so better than anyone could have wished. She has been thrown out of a car by a train into a ditch. She has been in ICU for 6 months. She has relearned most of her linguistic skills TWICE! She is highly functioning. She is successful. She says she is happy. She is well liked by all those that meet her, but sadly she really has no friends. A look at a recent cranial MRI is startling. The fact that she can walk or talk at all is amazing. She is both a delight and a pain in the ass. I hope my stories do not come off as overly cruel. That is not my intention. I hope to show the private side of the many injuries she has suffered, a side no one but my sister, her family and myself see. I hope to make her even more endearing by showing the complete, complex person. Wish me luck…

So, sit back, grab yourself a sedative and enjoy the misadventures of the Myrna. She drives me crazy, but I love her nonetheless.