Had lots of time to think about my mom during my rain-soaked weekend in Montauk with Michael. (Naturally, it was 70 and sunny as we boarded the LIRR back to the city.) I finally broke the news to her about my upcoming book -- details coming soon; the publishing world calls what I've written a "memoir," I call it a book of personal essays -- and after being overjoyed for me, she jokingly mentioned that my second book could be about the most fascinating person I know -- her. When I laughed and said that she wasn't exactly left out of the first book, she got quiet before asking what her "pseudonym" was going to be. When I said "Molly" -- it's a memoir, I reminded her -- she said, "You brat!!!!!!!!!! You're not going to tell the whole world what a crazy mom I am, are you?" I laughed and assured her it would be fine: "You're not that crazy, Mom." The truth of the matter is, my mom did have her less-than-shining moments as a mother -- show me a parent who didn't -- but I wouldn't trade her for any other. Not even June Cleaver, who I agree deserves to top this list of best TV moms. And as my agent put it, if my mom didn't want her most outrageous moments to wind up in one of her kids' memoirs, she "should have thought about that before being such a hilarious bitch!" I love you, Mom!
