My mother and I are speaking again. I'm glad. The issues-the secret she's keeping from me still exist, but I love her. I feel relieved that our conversations are pleasant and she's happy to hear from me, but there's that proverbial elephant in the room that rears it's ugly head from time to time. I don't say anything because we're on good terms but I find it puzzling that it doesn't even seem to be on her mind.