Most parents cherish those precious moments of connection with their children in the car – driving to school, heading to practice, or running errands. It’s during these unguarded moments that kids often open up, sharing their dreams, fears, and daily dramas. But in our family, some of my most meaningful mother-daughter conversations happened at 35,000

I run my fingers over the stack of cruise cards spread before me on the dining room table, each a tangible reminder of our family’s seafaring adventures. There must be at least 50 of them, bearing our names –– mine and my husband Earl, as well as our children Aziza, Jakada, and Alexis –– alongside