For thirty years, Angela Taylor called her mother from the car on the way home from work. Dinner ideas, picky eaters, marriage, money, faith, and every hard thing in between worked out at fifty-five miles an hour with her mother on the other end of the line.

Then her mother fell asleep in her favorite chair one evening and didn't wake up. The calls stopped.

Hey Mom is what Angela did next. She kept talking. These are the conversations she remembers and the ones she wished she could still have, about a childhood in Colorado, a marriage she had to leave, two sons she raised while she was still becoming herself, and a mother who never solved a single problem for her and somehow answered everything.

If you have lost your mother, or you still have her and you're not sure you've said enough, this one is for you.