As the holidays pass and the year draws to a close, I find myself standing at the edge of a new year, burdened by an emptiness I’m only beginning to comprehend. This is my first holiday season without my mother, and her absence has turned what was once a season of joy into something far more fragile and uncertain. She wasn’t just the heartbeat of our family—she was the music of my life. Her love of music shaped me in ways I’m still discovering. Growing up, her songs filled our home and seemed to give life its rhythm and meaning. Whether it was humming along to her favorite tunes, dancing in the kitchen, or simply letting the lyrics of a song spark a conversation about life, she taught me that music was more than sound—it was a language of connection, a way to feel and to heal. But now, as I face the new year, it feels like the music has stopped. I am left to navigate the rest of my life without her song, and the silence is deafening. My mother was my sounding board, my adviser, an...
As an educator, the long breaks that mark our calendar are supposed to be a reprieve, a time to rest and recharge. They offer a rare opportunity to step away from the relentless demands of lesson plans, grading, and student needs. But what happens when the silence of those breaks becomes unbearable? Educators were not meant to be single. That’s not to say we all need to be partnered to live fulfilling lives, but the rhythm of the school year—the bustling energy of the classroom, the endless interactions, and the constant need to “show up”—leaves little time for introspection during the busy months. And when the school year pauses, all that empty space creates fertile ground for rumination. For someone who has experienced a profound loss, this solitude is not restorative; it is isolating. This year, I entered my break mourning the loss of my mother, the person who taught me what it meant to truly live. Her passing in October has left me adrift in a sea of grief, and now, with no bell ...