My mom, thankfully, does not sound as bad as yours, on either account. She did, however, have to bring up my boyfriend from 35 years back while my dad was in the hospital after a fall, etc. She’s just fine until the nasty comes out—mostly when she’s threatened or depressed (in either case exacerbated by some wine. She…

<3 <3 <3

But his doctor said so, in two separate letters! Must be true! 

I live an hour and a half away. My 86 year old dad is still alive—he’s actually fallen twice and smashed his upper femurs, but recovered. He’s more of a fighter. I’m trying to get him to take her to their GP for an evaluation. He says yes, but still hasn’t scheduled it for a week...

Maybe he’s a Never Nude--he’s got plenty of other wacky notions...

She goes to Mar-a-Lago with him, though--I’ve seen her in the photos

I thought it was Episcopalian? Mainline Protestant, like his alleged Presbyterianism

Read the NYMag profile this week....

But he has the best doctor. People tell him that all the time. He’s an excellent specimen...

but the emails....

“spatial”--unless you are the Church Lady...

He’s also increasingly stressed, which could account for either increased evidence of cognitive impairment, or just garden variety scatteredness....

Aw, man--I am so sorry you have to deal with this. I fear my almost 87 year old mother is sliding down that awful slope--still just MCI, but she is terrified to step down two shallow steps now. So terrified of falling that she stoops over a cane she doesn’t need and shuffles along. She also is making less sense in…

I thought Ivanka was the heir apparent...

These are known allergens--I think bananas are analogous to latex? Stone fruits map to birch pollen, I think---there are charts online.

Why do you care so much? Sheesh

No, you raised the two magazines.

Yes, not on to the New Yorker, but The Atlantic--both are excellent. If you don’t believe me, The Atlantic is mostly, at least, free to read online, and cheap to subscribe to. I subscribe to both.

Indeed! lovely dress....wrong time of year.

Yeah, and while I love black-green velvet, it’s frickin’ May