When my mom, Anne, passed away in 2008 she left our family her cherished Mahjong set. My sister Janie begged me to learn to play and I did so reluctantly – mostly to honor my mother’s memory. I had little interest in learning the game, but I did have childhood memories of loud laughter, clacking tiles, and the totally incomprehensible shouts of 1 BAM 2 DOT coming from our small kitchen.