My mother, Linda, is one of those “best moms in the world.”

I think about it every day, honestly, how life is precious and short and how I never want to leave her or lose her or be apart from her. I wish I lived in Halifax with you, momma. I wish you lived here with me, always. ⁠
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Why? Your love for me, yes. Your raising of me to be kind and caring and independent, yes.⁠
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But mostly for your love and exquisite care for nature, for animals, for politics of caring, for a world that is simple and elegant and handmade and healthy. I love you, mom. For so many years I rarely called you. Now I call and facetime or zoom you all the time, and I’m just about always if not always the one initiating it. How could I have been that confident, outward-facing, distant son for so many years? ⁠
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I need you. I need you as much these days as I did as a child, nearly. I am lost without your wisdom, your care, your love. ⁠
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I love you mom. Cheerful Mother’s Day! We’ll see you soon, in July! I can’t wait.⁠
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Here’s a few Mindful Mother’s Day ideas from me: “Because if there’s anything that good moms and dads, parents everywhere, want more than anything, it’s to give their children a good life on a stable planet with clean air, clean water, and the health of their children…”⁠
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Bonus: a poem for Linda Lewis.

“My mom raised me on her own, working two jobs, a heroine of a teacher, often no car, no tv, no bad fake food—she nevertheless had simple taste, beautiful old furniture, we made art and read good books, ate artichoke leaves with lemon and butter on our front steps…and rode horses, participated in the burgeoning Buddhist community of Trungpa Rinpoche and Naropa Institute, practiced Japanese flower arranging and archery, went to museums and movies at the library and other free illuminating stuff, rescued a dog, Pumpkin, and two cats, mine was named Boo cause he was black like a witch’s cat in Halloween.⁠
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Anyway: one of the best moms ever…”