I journal to my late mother about motherhood.

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I’m 28 years-old, and have two young children. I stay at home, raising them.

My life is normal––just like yours––and instead of presenting it online within square-shaped pictures that only command for comparison, I connect and communicate through writing.

This blog, which I started after the birth of my first baby, gained a steadily organic momentum (to my surprise), so I continued writing to my mother, sharing unguarded conversations about raising children and the demanding becomings we all phase through, within every season of our lives.

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The two years of blogged content became published in May 2019.

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I don’t know where this journal will take me next––but even after a decade since her death, writing to her continually heals me.

And so, I continue on…