I'm quoted in this excellent piece by Carolyn Castiglia about what Mother's Day is like when you don't have your mom:When Mother's Day Becomes Mourner's Day
I especially like it because I spend roughly 99% of my time trying to just get on with things and not complain or over share and put on a good face. Especially hard because my mother was the one I kvetched to, and she to me. So even a small quote in an article like this makes me feel like I'm not alone and I've a valid venue to be legitimately, gloriously miserable.
Image: Kind of random, but then again, she seems sad. As you would be if you were alone in a field with only celery for company.
