Summary

M other’s Day comes for all of us whether we want it or not. It arrives like a warden’s key turning in a lock: certain, mechanical, indifferent to what it opens. For mothers in the free world, the holiday carries carnations from grocery store impulse racks; phone calls with grandchildren singing off-key; and brunch tables crowded with the beautiful noise of family. For mothers behind prison walls, it carries a different kind of weight.

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