Dearest M,

Today is your birthday, and as I started typing this note a giant ship in Boston Harbor sounded glorious 5 toots with their foghorn. I love that instead of one long blow of the horn per usual, it was 5 because 5 is your favorite number and here I am starting this love letter to you for...

“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.”...