The world might be reopening, but this house, our house, remains closed.  Not because I don’t miss family, friends, adventure, and the value of a moment.  Not because I don’t value relationships or get-togethers. Not because I don’t love fiercely and care deeply. It’s because I do.  I care immensely and with such intensity that staying tucked away, feels safe and right. I’m not ready…

I love this mess. I love this chaos. I love these little mess makers.  I don’t mind being locked away from the world with them.  The world feels scary. Here, together, we feel safe.  They drive me crazy, sure. They expend all of my energy, sure. But they also sprinkle love and joy and bliss everywhere they go. They make me laugh and cry and…

I see you with your mother. I’m jealous.  I don’t want to be, but I am.  Pieces of my heart are so incredibly happy for you, but other pieces ache with jealousy.  My mother is gone. She’s dead. Buried at a cemetery, and gone forever from my future. Sounds harsh because it is.  I see you making memories, taking pictures, and enjoying life together. I’m…

I was blessed with an exceptional mother.  A mother who is no longer here. A mother who has passed. A mother gone too soon. Because my mother is gone, Mother’s Day aches. Because there are only memories, Mother’s Day hurts. Because my mother has no future, only pictures from the past, Mother’s Day is harsh.  Because she cannot be hugged, or kissed, or seen, Mother’s Day…