Overwhelmed and underappreciated, it’s easy to see why my mom opted for a restaurant. But there was also something else. Maybe you’ve heard about the type of Jewish mother who urges you to “eat, eat, eat!” Well, I had a different kind.
With a beau in tow, I trekked to a small fishing village on Mexico’s Gulf of California. At the time, the travel alerts and the worsening drug war — plus news of a recent scorpion infestation — made it seem like not the best choice.