Today, washing this pan I thought, “I should send one to Zoe. She’d love this.”

Having some insight into what I did wrong gives me strength and the knowledge that I did what I did out of love eases the burden.

The egg hunt over, standing in the kitchen, the wave hit. My throat closes. My face flushes. But I’m alone, so I let go. The sobbing hurts my throat and my chest. It’s been a while.

Summers in Nova Scotia.  I’m so grateful to have lived a life of abundance.

Put it away this weekend. Enjoy your community. Fill your home with Happy.

When someone asks, “How’s your daughter doing? Has she graduated yet?” Nope, but I have.

Sometimes it’s nice to forget. To be so busy that I don’t think about my daughter for a few days. It’s rare, but it’s so nice to forget that she exists. To someone who hasn’t been kicked in the head by their child (figuratively), this may seem very un-parent-like. To want to forget a child.

When she we were still married, I remember crying asking her bio dad why he wasn’t interested in her. His reply? “I’ll be more interested in her when she’s more interesting.”

One person can't decide that a family doesn't exist. They can sling all the hate they want, but if we step back from it, it just falls to the ground.

For now, I’m calling this The Messy Board of Feelings. Enjoy.

It was always only love.

I got it wrong. I’m so sorry.

I wonder what emotions are on the schedule for the day.

You chose to be alone, so be alone. I’m done with crying.

You came up with ‘I love you a googleplex’ to outdo my ‘I love you infinity cookies’. My mum used to say that to me.

I vowed to never look at your Twitter feed again. The pain of seeing my words taken out of context and then used as ammunition is too much.

Literally drop everything and order it.