Homesickness Like most people within contemporary global culture who are separated from kith and kin by the dreams, necessities, and vagaries of working toward a better life, my mother and I share a long distance relationship that is mediated by the technological proxies of the Information Age. Through daily e-mail exchanges, intermittent cell-phone updates, and the more customary tradition of Sunday evening phone calls, we stitch together a discursive cloth that redefines our previously held understanding of this thing called home. This is good: for without the interconnectivity of web and wire, we would be caught in the intergenerational disappointment and guilt of a mother’s steady stream of weekly letters against the slower trickle of her daughter’s quarterly responses.