How Traveling Changed My Relationship With My Mom

You read my stories when they were bound with string—and you read the ones I get nervous about now before I submit them to my editors. You told me New York wasn’t too big—and neither was the world. You pushed me to keep going when I thought I couldn’t—and to believe in impossible-seeming things, when I thought I shouldn’t. You encouraged me to fly and try it all—and have always been there if I crashed or needed to land. Or, well, to soar with me.

If this year has taught us anything—through scattered chats and time zones, big, big changes and across-the-world distance—it’s that all of those things don’t matter. We find a way to talk, to laugh, to catch up and adventure. Even, all the way to Peru.