I was jumping on the bed last night in a spontaneous dance party to Soulmate by Lizzo, when I missed the bed and face-planted on my hardwood floor. Henry, my 13-year-old’s face appeared above me. “Mom? Are you okay?” “Of course! I know how to
Plan a party and let the light and laughter blast out the darkness!
She was the Merchant of Marvels on the Ship of Dreams, with a billowing rainbow sail in a warm starry sky and a velvet bag full of stars that she can throw out into the sky whenever she wants, and I’ll be looking up, my eyes open wide, my heart open wide, my arms open wide, ready to catch them.
