My mother and I have always been very close. I still remember her staying home with me and inviting these strangers into our home when I was very little. I would sneak down from my room to eavesdrop on her in our family room. It bothered me that I could hear the sound of her voice but not recognize her words. I was determined to find out what she was doing. It bothered me that my mother was saying something and I didn’t understand it. It was then and there that my curiosity and passion for la...