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.

champagne, pancakes for the children, and three untouched salads nobody had actually wanted.

Kevin: Okay, joke’s over. Where are you?

Helen looked through the airport window at the plane waiting outside.

Then she typed:

Helen: Gate C18. Boarding now.

At 2:26, while Helen settled into seat 4A, the waiter at Sterling & Vine placed a black leather folder continue reading …