I opened the cabinet door, reached in, and pulled out the porcelain mug with a hand-painted hummingbird on its side. I miss you, Ileen, I said to myself as I unwrapped a teabag and placed it in the last gift she gave me before she died. Then, as the kettle warmed the water, I stared out the kitchen window and allowed my mind to meander through memories. Sunny mornings in my office drinking English tea and discussing the latest books we were reading. Looking up the symbolism of the animals that v...