12/06/2026
When I was a teenager, me and my mom began going on daily walks. I especially remember the summer evening ones, in the middle of nowhere, and us talking about how we understood the world. We talked about movies and music and love and philosophy and bees and gardens and aliens and everything in between. I was just beginning to make some sense of it all and she was curious and open to discuss. Even though there was much distress in our lives, I think these walks were our safe space where we were equals. I had my naive opinions and she had more faith in me than I could grasp. Mom, you are impossibly special.