In this mosaic portrait of a singular everywoman, an undutiful daughter details her mother's immutable rituals and her irrepressible anarchy. We Still Have the Telephone also describes a life laid out in detail, quietly registering the fuzziness of the line between eccentricity and madness. Erica Van Horn's quirky, literary assemblage of fragments from the past and present evokes that of her fellow American writer and artist Joe Brainard.