I probably spent more time with my mom than any other person on this planet.  The first nineteen years until I moved out.  Then some years later when I relocated to San Diego I spent six months sleeping on a fold-out in her apartment while I figured out what my next move would be.  She was very patent with a late blooming son.   Later when I returned to college I lost a roommate and she had to quit her job because of health, so we became roommates when I was in my late twenties.  She...