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Writing letters to my departed mom seemed like a great idea in the Fall of 2020. I awoke one morning with a curious impulse, created a website, and drafted a note regarding my first solo Thanksgiving. Initially suspicious of pandemic inspired prose, I persisted. Writing, instead of Facebook fighting, baking misshapen confections for one, and emptying bottles of chardonnay at an alarming rate, seemed like a healthier choice. Magically, mom reached out and rekindled my love of writing after countless years of neglect.

Mom, also known as Sparkie, left this world in 2005 with a lifetime of wisdom I'll never know. And now that I've come to accept the dull ache of her loss as much as anyone can with broken bits of unfinished business, I decided to ask the questions I never did when she was alive.  I'm not expecting any answers. Okay, I am. But I thought it would help lighten the grief load in some cathartic way. And it has. When I'm sleeping.

So now what? That was me five years ago. I'm still writing to her and have amassed at least 50 letters, give or take. And I've written other essays, some published, many rejected, some waiting for an editors' decision while I grow older. I hope to publish these letters in a book one day, but for now, I begin again with dearmomm 2.0.

This transition is a work in progress, and I'm grateful for your patience and goodwill. I'll be updating the website with some of my favorite books and creating a Book Tube channel, Dearmomm Reads & Writes, where I'll discuss books, writing, the accomplishments of mature women, and whatever else pops into my ole noggin. I'm hoping it doesn't make either one of us physically ill, but we'll see how it goes.

Everything continues with my mom Sparkie's influence; her courage, wisdom and humor share occupancy with my vital organs despite the fact that she's not actually here.

Thank you for joining this quirky journey. I look forward to our next adventure.