Mom came home that summer from another stay in a mental hospital, stiff like a cardboard cut-out in the New Jersey oppressive humidity. I tried to let the heat thaw out the thick layers of frosty protection that had accumulated around my heart to welcome her home but, trusting her seemed risky. — I was beginning to understand I had two moms. One was loving, kind, warm, patient, understanding, consistent, and fun. The other was irrational, cruel, unpredictable, terrifying, and possibly possessed by the devil from time to time. …