Dear Reader,
This is one of my more personal posts and, as such, reserved for paid subscribers. For those who invest in my writing, I feel a deeper kinship, and as a writer, that investment provides a safe space for greater vulnerability and to write my deepest thoughts. Although these may be my experiences, you will find something here that will touch your heart, inspire you, or challenge your mind. Here in this space, there is resonance and understanding between us. This post is on mothering - if that’s a word. It’s a reflection on what it means to be a mother and then lose that connection.
I just finished listening to
’s Memoir, “You Could Make This Place Beautiful.” After divorcing my husband of 23 years, I spent years seeking the kind of peace that Maggie sought. I lived with a hole in my heart, an emptiness that I couldn’t resolve.