At 53, My Mom Finally Started Dating Again—When I Met the Man Making Her So Happy, I Waited Until He Left and Said, “Mom, You Need to Know Who He Really Is”

Then New Mexico.

Joined a local historical-garden group.

Learned enough pottery to produce objects that could stand without supervision.

She also had sad days.

One afternoon, almost a year later, she told me:

“I still think about him.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t want him back.”