Just to let you know we’re okay. I mean, as okay as we can be right now

Dear Ima and Abba,

I’ve never been that great at calling you on a regular basis. Life is hectic, and the time difference makes it nearly impossible for us to catch each other at a mutually good hour.

So most weeks, when my Friday afternoon conversation with Ima starts off with a good dose of Jewish guilt (“How come you haven’t called me all week?”), I know I deserve it.

But in the past few weeks, I’ve found myself calling you so much more — maybe you’ve noticed? — just to let you know we’re okay. I mean, as okay as we can be right now.