Field notes from the in-between

  A Day of Land Mines  The realization that it's today.  The day you are supposed to acknowledge the love and sacrifice of mothers.  Naturally your neurons start snapping on your own mother.  Land Mine A hidden memory unearths itself. Real or unreal? Decidedly real. Deep breath. Moving on. Someone wishes you a "Happy Mother's Day" Land Mine Guilt? Should I call her? Decidedly no! Heartfelt pleas of love and closeness on social media. LAND MINE Regret, not for being a better daughter. Cry...  move on. Your children and your partners wish you a Happy Mother's Day. Understanding and knowing and loving you in such a tremendously beautiful sliver in time and space it starts to heal all the shrapnel from the days land mines. Justice may be weeping behind her blindfold but she allows you to feel the scales in their equilibrium.  Happy Mother's Day to all the daughters without mothers.