When my brothers and I were younger, we loved to tip over the big rocks that lined my parents' gravel driveway. Often it took two of us to pull and pry and plop a stone onto its side so we could peer underneath. The dirt was rich and loamy, full of slimy worms squirming back into the soil and pillbox bugs scattering for shelter under safe darkness. We'd lie on our bellies in the grass and poke at the world we'd discovered, hidden from the sun and our view just moments before. Sometimes we'd find a strange creeping insect or a shiny new rock to show each other. Eventually we'd grow bored and flip the rock right-side up again, trying to push it back into place. But the stones never settled into their grassy grooves as snugly as they did before we went exploring. Before we uncovered the shadow side. . . . Between Detroit and Beijing, my husband read this post in the airport on his phone, the post about my struggle with the shadow side of Mother's Day. Later he told me that his … [Read more...] about the shadow side