I am convinced that the only articles I write that my parents read are my DeJamz. I don’t mind; these are the crowning achievements of my time at The DePaulia and should be treated as such. It does, unfortunately, mean that my mom has been hounding me for months to make a DeJamz for her. She’s thrown out several suggestions, including an 80s new wave DeJamz and a musical theater DeJamz, but I’m incredibly skilled at not listening to her. In honor of Mother’s Day, though, I figured it was finally time to give her what she wanted. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. Here’s your DeJamz.