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Except that she inconsiderately and inconveniently has shuffled off this mortal coil without a forwarding address. Doesn't answer her calls much anymore either.

I tried to share it with my sister instead, and she tried, but....

Anyway! Now I'm sharing it with you! This is the sort of thing Mommy would've eaten up.

Ahem. One New Yorker writer has shared that we almost avoided decades of diaereses:

Lu Burke used to pester the style editor, Hobie Weekes, who had been at the magazine since 1928, to get rid of the diaeresis. Like Mr. Hyphen, Lu was a modern independent-minded reader, and she didn’t need to have her vowels micromanaged. Once, in the elevator, Weekes seemed to be weakening. He told her he was on the verge of changing that style and would be sending out a memo soon. And then he died.

This was in 1978. No one has had the nerve to raise the subject since.

I got it from this comment on this post at Metafilter.

Jenn did share with me the article she wanted to share with our mother today but couldn't do so for the aforementioned reason: Everyone needs an editor. Lyft just learned it the hard way.