On Mother’s Day, my grown kids told me they had chosen the restaurant and expected me to pay for all twelve of them, just like always.

and unfamiliar. People moved past her in every direction, speaking Italian, English, Spanish, and languages she could not name. For one brief moment, standing near baggage claim with the warm handle of her suitcase in her palm, she felt a tiny flicker of fear.

She was sixty-two years old.

She had never traveled overseas by herself.

Her husband, Daniel,continue reading …