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.

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The rest of the trip passed gently.

She visited the Vatican Museums and cried quietly inside the Sistine Chapel, not because she was sad, but because beauty sometimes finds bruises people have forgotten they carry. She took a train to Florence for one day and bought a leather journal from a shop owner continue reading …