I met a celebrity chef in New Orleans who said, No problem, I'll just time shift family dinner.

Shards of those dreams have pierced me too. I postpone writing about Mother's Day in order to take advantage of the emotions that consume me on this day, which enable me to describe my pain. Perhaps, in this new and violent state of sadism, I might experience some happiness, should one of you tell me that my article brought tears to your eyes.