My son called me: “Mom, I’m getting married tomorrow. I’ve withdrawn all your money and sold your apartment.”

and the new owners want you out in thirty days. Well, Mom… see you. Or maybe not.”

And he hung up.

I stood still in the middle of the living room, staring out at the ocean through the windows of my Puerto Vallarta apartment. The silence was total. Any other mother would have screamed, cried, or begged. Instead, I laughed.

I laughed so hard I had to sit continue reading …