Mom & Me Journals Histories: 1999 - 2001

    Back to the less rarefied air. Speaking of identity, I am Gail this morning. I'm still slightly off kilter from having been my mother's mother last night but this could be because I'm sleep deprived from having stayed up to see if my identity was the only aspect of reality my mother was hallucinating. I guess being a mother's mother is something I'll be "growing" into.