The Feed

I’ve said good-bye to my daughter as she stepped into her college journey, her eyes bright with promise while mine brimmed with tears and quiet ache. I’ve held my father’s hand as he took his final breath, whispering love into the silence. I’ve waved to friends and colleagues as they retired, relocated, or simply drifted into new chapters. Each farewell has left its own distinct imprint—some etched in sorrow, others in deep gratitude. And yet, I’ve begun to wonder: is there a

I was a single parent for decades. After a troubling divorce from a man who washed his hands of his family, I found myself raising my daughter alone. But we were not to be pitied. I embraced single motherhood with open arms and a full heart. Her childhood would be fleeting, and I knew it—so I chose to be present. Fully. Fiercely. I soaked up every moment I could, building a life that was rich in love, laughter, and resilience. Sure, I might have gone on a date here or there,