Thank you for this beautiful post, your beautiful voice. I am 60 years old, a writer and teacher whose identity has been subsumed by the caregiving of my severely disabled young adult daughter. It’s been a particularly difficult year — even as the 28 years before it were not the easiest. I can’t seem to find my way back to my writing (other than a Substack post every other week or so) but wonder whether it’s percolating — whether a space might be making way. When I read things like your post, I feel encouraged. ❤️
Thank YOU so much for sharing. I am sending love and understanding to you, and I am so glad my words resonated. I hope this year becomes less difficult, and I send my best to you and your daughter, too. Keep writing, even the "scraps" are something, they lead the way...
Literally sitting in the parking lot reading this and wondering what to make for dinner but moreso wondering what has become of my life after 8 years of kiddos who will soon be in school full time. Trying to gather the scraps to find my way to myself again. Thank you for articulating such a widely felt but lonely and unique to each mother experience. Perhaps accepting the paradox of that is the key to life.
Wow, really needed to read this today, years into my “unnatural silence” now, with each hand occupied by a tinier one and a chicken purse tucked under my arm. Your reemergence is a bright glimmer of hope. Bravo! (And hi Murray!)
I really don’t want the chicken purse to be the new IT bag lol thank you Ed. I still think we missed the boat with our side project, Matches. Although there’s always Chicken Purse (emo funk?) xx
SCRAPS. On the back of envelopes, in my notes Apps... scraps/broken pieces + time + patience + love= they will become whole. I love this so much!!!!! Thank you!!!!
Thank you for this beautiful post, your beautiful voice. I am 60 years old, a writer and teacher whose identity has been subsumed by the caregiving of my severely disabled young adult daughter. It’s been a particularly difficult year — even as the 28 years before it were not the easiest. I can’t seem to find my way back to my writing (other than a Substack post every other week or so) but wonder whether it’s percolating — whether a space might be making way. When I read things like your post, I feel encouraged. ❤️
Thank YOU so much for sharing. I am sending love and understanding to you, and I am so glad my words resonated. I hope this year becomes less difficult, and I send my best to you and your daughter, too. Keep writing, even the "scraps" are something, they lead the way...
That is so beautiful, Alexandre, thanks for sharing ❤️
Thank you, Isabelle! :)
Oh my, I typed this on my phone and didn't notice the typo - sorry about that, Alexa!
Literally sitting in the parking lot reading this and wondering what to make for dinner but moreso wondering what has become of my life after 8 years of kiddos who will soon be in school full time. Trying to gather the scraps to find my way to myself again. Thank you for articulating such a widely felt but lonely and unique to each mother experience. Perhaps accepting the paradox of that is the key to life.
yes, perhaps! so glad my words spoke to you. thank you for sharing :) and i imagine us all sitting in parking lots trying to figure it out... :)
What a lovely, lovely scrap you sing…
Thank you :)
I’m so excited I found you! Love every bit of this post.
Yay! I’m so glad you’re here :) thank you.
Wow, really needed to read this today, years into my “unnatural silence” now, with each hand occupied by a tinier one and a chicken purse tucked under my arm. Your reemergence is a bright glimmer of hope. Bravo! (And hi Murray!)
I really don’t want the chicken purse to be the new IT bag lol thank you Ed. I still think we missed the boat with our side project, Matches. Although there’s always Chicken Purse (emo funk?) xx
chicken purse and scraps!
High fashion! Ha ha
I see it 💕
ahhhhh!!! just got chills! what a voice!
Thank you! :)
So exciting to know you're making music again! xoxo
Thank you! I'm excited, too xx
SCRAPS. On the back of envelopes, in my notes Apps... scraps/broken pieces + time + patience + love= they will become whole. I love this so much!!!!! Thank you!!!!
All hail the scraps! :)
Love this piece and love hearing your dreamy voice xx
Thank you :) xx