My mother was the one person I could call who was always glad to hear from me. “What’s up?” she’d ask, and I’d ramble away about my problem du jour. I like to think I gave her a chance to share as well, but I didn’t work consciously to take turns talking, as I do with my friends. Mom was always fascinated by every word I uttered or at least faked it well. Remembering her, I resolve to do a better job of giving that gift of undivided attention to others.