The Anguish I Feel In the Card Aisle Each and Every Mother’s Day (opens in new tab)

Every year it comes to this. Every year for twenty-five springs, at some point during the first full week of May, I have found myself in Target or a grocery store or at CVS standing in front of the Mother’s Day cards with a lump in my throat. The author and her mom in 1974 and her mom in later years.