My grandmother Ruth was like a secret agent. Before cellphones or the internet, she would covertly track her grandchildren. At 23, I moved to Mexico to work for a resort. I was, at last, on my own. One night, while I was drinking with my co-workers at a beach bar, a man from a nearby village walked in and shouted my full name. When I responded, he marched up to me and said, "Your abuela has called each house in our village. I was chosen to find you with this message: 'Gram loves you. Please call.'" — Amy Gotliffe
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