My mother’s television remote is broken and somehow this is my fault. She calls, often, to let me know. As if I could ever forget. My mother is not weak. She is not helpless, far from it. She is also not the stereotypical made-for-tv, warm and cozy, milk and cookies – ‘Oh, sweetie, how are you?’ – grandmotherly type. Not a chance. She’s more Grandma 5G – maybe OG –