After A: Month Of Showering My Mother With Love ...

And then, after a month of showering my mother with love, I waited for the magic to happen. I expected her walls to crumble. I expected tears, hugs, a confession that she had felt unloved and now felt whole.

But here is what it will do:

Day three: I called just to say, “I was thinking about the time you sewed my Halloween costume in one night. You were amazing.” Long silence. Then: “Well, someone had to do it. Your father was useless with a sewing machine.” Click. Deflection by humor. After a month of showering my mother with love ...