So I started re-reading my somewhat eccentric, peculiar, and occasionally whacko mother's diaries, which she kept from 1963 through her death in 1980. When she left the living, I read the diaries but had to stop because they were sending me into my own crazytown. Almost 30 years later, I'm thinking maybe I could understand her better, be more objective, or even empathetic. Heh, not so much. However, I am coping with her writings and demons fairly well. I just started reading and she wrote something each and every day, so maybe I'll achieve a better understanding. From a clinical study point of view, it's pretty fascinating. Actually much of it is Stepford drudgery, but in between merely existing, boy did she have some mind blowing perspectives and adventures.
What are ways that your mother's idiosyncrasies have become a part of your paradigm? And are you passing it on to your kids?



















