I’ve long seen my mom in Mary, but it is only now that I realize my mom saw a bit of Mary in me, too. As I went off to college, graduated and moved to bigger cities in states far from home, got my first suit, my first apartment. As she watched me experiencing all the highs and lows that come with tossing your proverbial hat in the air as a single working woman. As she saw me live out some of the Mary Richards’ experiences she never had.
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Last Friday I returned to my home-state of Michigan to attend my 20th high school reunion. I flew out of… Read more A return home
I look at this younger, much more innocent version of myself and think, honey, hold on. You have a wild ride ahead of you.
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The last few weeks I’ve found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to have my mom around. I… Read more Finding My Village after Losing My Mom
Last night I found this list tucked away in my journal: Sleep. writing. time alone. It took me a moment… Read more Sleep. Writing. Time alone. What’s on your list?