Remember to call your Mother, Son

It's been months since I last spoke to my family. I need and desire to communicate with them, but I don't know how to start. The conflict of generational differences seems to be piling up. Why does it get stuck in my throat whenever I want to say something? What was the problem? I've given up looking for the answer, or rather, looking at my own experience. I look around and listen to other people's stories, from a friend or a passing stranger, entering their private space - maybe like me - their place to hide or to heal.