1 January 2014, is when I became a mom,
26 April 2014, is when I lost mine.

Becoming and losing the greatest love of your life in the same year changes you forever. Since then, I’ve returned to writing as a way to make sense of grief, identity, motherhood, ambition, and the invisible threads that continue to shape us long after someone is gone.

These letters are part reflection, part remembrance, and part conversation with the woman who shaped so much of how I move through the world.

Some years are heavier than others. Some are full of gratitude, anger, longing, or growth. All of them are honest.

I'm sharing them for anyone who has had to learn how to keep becoming without the people who first taught them who they were.