A repurposed vase full of maternal guilt

A repurposed vase full of maternal guilt

Fifteen years ago, just shy of his 12th birthday, my son Charlie traveled to Egypt with his Grandma Peggy and his Aunt Kathy. The once in a lifetime trip proceeded smoothly, though, under my mother's strict we're-in-a-really-foreign-country-and-God-knows-whether-this-food-is-safe-to-eat dietary guidelines, Charlie lost 11 pounds. Apparently, cucumbers (because you peel them) and dry bread made the Grandma [...]