Neither of us has been easy to love but we have never stopped trying. Today my mom turns 75. Here she is in 1989 at my graduation from Smith, a place she herself might have gone had her life been different. I remember the day, especially the excruciating parting from friends, the terror and confusion of an unknown future, and the dinner at the Whale Inn afterwards, in which my parents gave me a briefcase, at which, I believe, I cried. My mother sent me to a place that could provide what she could not. It’s what a good mother does. It must be terrifying. I am grateful for all the gifts I can never repay.