So many people are passing through hard times. Pretty much everyone in my life actually. And lots of people who I don't know, too. I want to hug each and everyone of you (whether I know you or not - I am originally from the Midwest after all. We hug everyone!)
For many years, burrowing worked well-enough when the goal was to shut out further pain. Unfortunately the same door that shuts out the pain also shuts out a lot of people who would have been more than willing to help me through the hard times.
The last few weeks I've found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to have my mom around. I doubt this is healthy, but it goes like this: I envision her showing up and going to work. She would get my kitchen really clean—sparkling, lemon-fresh clean. She would brush my daughter's hair, patiently untangling … Continue reading Finding My Village after Losing My Mom