Even as a little girl, I carried that truth deep within me as a quiet knowing that nurturing was not just something I would do, but something I was.
When I finally became a mother, that knowing deepened. Alongside the love came an ache I didn’t expect, especially as I navigated the pain and suffering of chronic illness. I was left with the anxiety of wondering what would happen if I couldn’t be there for my children, in the hard moments or the beautiful ones. I began writing them letters, small notes to hold my voice in case life took me somewhere they could not follow.
Those early letters became a kind of lifeline, soft places where I could pour my heart, my lessons, my love. Before long, I found myself writing not only to my children, but to everyone I loved. Letters to my parents. My siblings. My friends. Words filled with gratitude, forgiveness, remembrance, and awe for the simple gift of being alive together.
Then, in April 2025, I gathered the few letters I had already written and began to see them as something more. It was a tapestry of motherhood, healing, and growth. Mother Nurture was born from that realization that these words were not only for my children, but for anyone who needed a mother’s voice. I poured myself into the project, and she was complete in just weeks.
Because there are so many who have longed for that sound, the gentle reminder that they are loved, that they belong, that they can always begin again.
Through Mother Nurture, I offer what I have learned that healing is not a straight line, that love is a language we can all learn to speak again, and that the most powerful legacy we leave is not perfection but presence.
My hope is that Mother Nurture inspires others to begin their own catalogs of love, letters written from the soul and passed down through generations.
Because what could be more sacred than the words of a mother, a grandmother, a daughter and all the women who have held us, healed us, and helped us remember who we are?
