Here’s a true story: When I was 16 years old, I tried leaving my body to find my mother. It was late at night, and I was lying on my IKEA futon mattress in the Long Island basement apartment I shared with my siblings, when I found myself staring at the yellow water-stained ceiling missing her. Where is she now? I wondered. What would my life be like if we could be together? And then I thought: What if I could go and visit her? I had been raised on her fantastical stories info