A tribute to my mother

And why you should thank your mom this Mother's Day

At the start of eighth grade, I was called down to the principal’s office with the other kids whose parents worked in the twin towers.

My mom’s work phone kept ringing, and through my hysterical tears, I cursed her for not picking up.

I had forgotten that the prior week she had moved to a new office in Jersey City, and luckily she was safe.

But the clos…