Between my younger sister’s apartment and my older sister’s house, Texas feels much different than it did during my childhood.
Mom called this morning from Liberia and said she wanted to play me something. She held the phone close to a record player or laptop or stereo as Stevie Wonder’s “I Just Called To Say I Love You” played. It was the song she sang to me most as a little girl. Luckily I caught my breath before it ended.