I wasn’t even planning to post anything today. Mother’s Day hits different when your mom isn’t here anymore. If you know me off Facebook, then you know how much she meant to me. We didn’t always see eye-to-eye — literally or figuratively. She was way shorter than me. We argued, fussed, and fought like only a mother and son can. But the one thing we always agreed on? I’ve lived a wild life. One that’s taken me around the world, introduced me to incredible people, and landed me in places I probably shouldn’t have been — including possibly being adjacent to a war crime or two with Jason. Allegedly. That’s where #BeingMrFranklin comes from. I used to call her from every corner of the earth, usually while in the middle of something I had no business doing. She’d laugh, ask me where I was going next, and always say, “Being Mr. Franklin must be fun.” And I’d tell her, “It is. Dangerous, but fun.” I miss her like crazy. She was the only person who could verify my most unbelievable stories...