I Love You, Mom

A short tribute to my favorite all-American Boomer and the most Christian non-Christian lady I know, and why everyone (obviously) needs a mother.

On every birthday and wedding anniversary a handwritten card arrives in the mail exactly on time, on the exact date. A card she picked out, wrote, addressed in perfect cursive, and mailed—with perfect timing.

How does my mother do it? Boomers have a certain magical knack for holding civilization together, and this is but one of their gifts. It will die …