What do you gift a woman who already has everything?

Or, the ability – and desire – to get it all for herself?

That dilemma bounced around in my head, plaguing me for the better part of my day after starting a morning with a text from my mother to her kids – “Don’t bring me no more perfume, appliances, bags, none of that shit. Get creative or something, damn.”

Other people might get a little offended at the language choices, but I wasn’t sweating that – none of us were. If they knew...