I recently watched an episode of The Bob Newhart Show where he invites his mother over to dinner. The character’s relationship with his mother was comforting to me. He loved his mother, but had trouble communicating with her. As a psychologist, he knew how to deal with people, yet he still had trouble talking with his mother. I dunno, it’s nice to know that even if you have all your shit together, you can still have trouble talking to your parents. It’s a weird dynamic to navigate, sometimes.

When it comes to TV characters, my grandmother actually reminds me of Lucille from Arrested Development. Sans the heavy drinking, of course. I think it’s sufficient to leave it at that in this public forum. But it’ll be here to remind me and make me smile one day when I re-read this.