About.

From The Daughter

My name is Samantha. The Connie calls me “Sammy” and one of these days I’ll post a recording of how it sounds when she yells for me.

All my life I’ve tried to explain my mother to my friends. You can’t really describe her. You have to experience her. She’s animated, half crazy, the life of the party, and you can’t help but love her.  But as her daughter, it’s like I have a toddler on my hands – except she’s in her 50s.

At the start of this year The Connie moved in with my husband and me. She spends most of the day talking to our dog, Hooligan, and then retells the exploits of her day to us over dinner. I set-up this blog to chronicle the crazy stories, weird catch phrases, and skewed logic of the woman that brought me into this world.

From The Son-in-Law

I’m still traumatized from our conversations at dinner. I’ll fill this in later.