Introducing Mary

      I always knew my mother was different than other moms. It wasn’t just that she was into different things like obscure European philosophies and organic gardening. It was everything. She had her opinion about how the world worked and that was how it was, absolutely, there was no other way it could be. Until she changed her mind and then this new version of “reality” was true. Growing up, I didn’t really know how far down the rabbit hole she had gone. I mean living with a crazy mom is kind of like trying to explain to someone what its like to have dyslexia. I can’t tell you because it always been this way for me. My mom had always been crazy, I just didn’t really know how crazy.

      It wasn’t until I moved to CA and had some space from her and started growing up myself that I could understand that she wasn’t right in the head. It is a long hard journey to a place of acceptance for me. That’s part of what this sight is about for me. To let other people know that they are not alone. If you too have a “crazy mom” then you know what its like. It’s different and because she’s your mom you can’t just drop some change in the cup and walk away.

      It has only been since her death that I have been able to really heal and truly laugh about how tragically funny it all is. I hope that by sharing my experiences that you too can get a laugh and some hope. That was what I needed after wading through all her things and finding out the rabbit hole was so much deeper then I could have ever imagined. With twists and turns that are so far out there that they are beyond any screen play or book I could ever write. It has helped me put my own life in perspective.

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