Dear Mom:

In life, some days are just horrible, no-good, terrible days. Today is one of those days.

I wish I could jump back in time to hear your voice and feel your hug.  But, to paraphrase Joni Mitchell, those stupid, stinking painted ponies keep going up and down and round and round on the carousel of time. 

I saw a moment between a mother and daughter — the mother comforting a crying daughter, and taking her home to care of her — and I thought that was what you would have done, just as you did a long time ago even into my late 20s, when I would run home because I was scared of life and responsibilities and failure.  I was sad for the daughter but I knew she would be all right — her mother’s love is strong and her nurturing so apparent.

Carly Simon thinks her mother is dancing with Benjamin Franklin on the other side of the moon.  I think you are lecturing G-d about changing things in the world.  I know you’re busy because the world is a bit of a mess these days.

Stop by for a chat in my dreams when you have a moment —

Love, me