I call my mom, aged 86, every week to ten days. I know I should call more, but that’s all I can stand.

First Week June: Let The Games Begin

“Hi Mom. How are you?”

She carps, “Baby Sis still hasn’t printed out your blogs for me to read. I don’t know what her problem is.”

Baby Sis works a sixty+ hour week as a high-powered criminal defense attorney for the feds, and puts in another forty between home and parenting two young children with her equally busy architect hubby. Maybe she sleeps. She and Mom live in the same megatropolis.

“A blog is an online magazine, Mom. I’ll be glad to send you the pieces I’ve published to mine.”

“I know what a blog is! No, don’t bother. Baby Sis will do it.”

Mom doesn’t “need” a computer, e-mail or the Internet. Her time is too valuable to waste on learning such nonsense. Besides, she knows everything already.

I print off and mail Mom the year’s collection of posts.

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Back to the arena, where Mature D is interviewing Little D.

Mature D: So little girl, you threw down the gauntlet! Will Mom dish up some approval, do you think?

Little D: I hope so!

Mature D: Knowing Mom, not likely.

Little D: Really?