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Notes from me to you.

Where Have You Been?

by Happily Homeless is Moonstruck

Hi Rae,

I thought maybe it would be a good time to start writing you again here on this blog.  After our most recent conversation of 2 minutes ago, I realized that our shared mom/daughter letters here will be great for you to refer back to after I die.  Don’t you think so?

It’s funny, looking back at our letters we kept to each other starting back in 2012, going into 2013, and how so much is the same, but everything is different, all at the same time.

Our mom/daughter relationship has deepened to that of, yeah, still mom and daughter, but also sister women.  Our 6 months on the road did that, and that was a gift to both of us, I think.

We’re different, separately and together in ways that are both measureable and unmeasurable.  Dad died shortly after our last letter to one another, and writing to each other fell off our radar.  He died, and I changed and you changed.  Our worlds changed, never to be the same again.

You have been a source of strength and comfort and acceptance and love for me in these 4 years of wandering.  Dad would be so proud of you;  I know you know that.  He always was, but if he were able to see you now…how you’ve just fucking been there for me…god, Rachael-Grace, he would just hug you and hug you and his heart would be filled with so much love for you that it would just spill over.

I’ve loved going back and reading what we wrote 4 years ago.  Our own time capsule, really.  And we are awfully funny, don’t you think?

Anywho, write me back when you get a chance.  I’ll be waiting to read a cleverly written, expertly crafted, note.




Never goodbye~

by Happily Homeless is Moonstruck

Dearest daughter,

What a ride its been!  Arizona for 3 months and it was a beautiful round of creativity and, yes, I feel like my mojo is back, thank goodness.

We clearly work well with one another, and feed off one another in wonderful ways, with ideas sparking back and forth, building, building, building.  My time in Arizona showed me that more than ever before, and I love how we’ve further built Moonstruck, and gathered more women in to inspire us, and one another.

Its been lovely and sparkly and joyful and the memories will be gently tucked away in the treasure box of my heart.

My favorite poem of all-time, now shared with you:

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant 
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart, 
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings

My mom, whom I carry always in my heart, would refuse to say goodbye when we 
parted.  Actually, having nothing to do with anything in particular, other than
thinking it a powerful statement, and because she had a quirky sense of humor, shewould say "Next year in Jerusalem!" You're right-she nor I had ever been, or were
ever likely to go, to Jerusalem, nor are we Jewish. The point being-I'll see you 
again, and meanwhile, the trail of glitter will continue unceasingly!
love you much always,


I know you already know, but~

by Happily Homeless is Moonstruck

Dearest Rachael-Grace, my glitter bedecked daughter!

The Mad Hatter Tea Party?  Glittery fun, beautiful, everything we hoped it would be!  You?  Creative, joyful, determined, strong.  Me?  Full of love for you,  filled with joy for you, happy that we are partners in this (though you are very much the face of Moonstruck!),  and so monumentally proud of the woman you are!

Anyone who hasn’t signed on to follow Moonstruck, and be inspired to find their best selves, and learn how, in a genuinely beautiful way, toss glitter bombs, well, they’re the ones who are missing out!  321040_468240186573776_680410476_n

Me, with Tapestries of Hope and the creativity I was able to grow, and the connections made  between daughters, and you now, with Moonstruck, and your creativity, and passion, and the connections you in your turn are facilitating between women-there is nothing more exhilarating than knowing your life passion, and following it.  And then bringing others in with you.

Proud of a strong woman who happens to be my daughter.  That’s me.  You give me hope that the generation after mine will flourish.

For any woman who is reading this, do yourself an immense favor and immediately check out Moonstruck at  It will, in the immortal, but slightly changed words of Clint Eastwood, make your day!

love, love, love to you, Ms. Moonstruck!


Its inevitable~

by Happily Homeless is Moonstruck

Dearest daughter,

I used to think-how horrible, if I become like my mom!  Now I think, if only I can have the native smarts and common sense that she had.  And you and I already know, in a way that’s laughable, that we are similar enough that your dad and your brothers find it eerie and witchy.  Which we both love~


Yay! We’re here!

by Happily Homeless is Moonstruck

Dearest daughter,

Already so much laughter between us, and dad and I only got here yesterday.  If laughter is indeed the best medicine, then you and I are going to finish up our 3 months here being very, very healthy!

It’s so exciting  planning this Saturday’s Moonstruck Madness with you, and I’m looking forward to meeting all of the women who will be attending to help us launch this very cool endeavor.   We work so well together, and I’m hoping my sometimes still missing “mojo” will be jump started.

I’m happy, happy, happy, to be here, to share new adventures with you, to create, to dance, to hoop, to snort with laughter, to have in person between us all that we have.