You’re still her daughter. That part didn’t die.
The Wake: a twice-monthly gathering for daughters whose mothers are gone. In the spirit of the old mourning rites, made loud again.
If what you want is closure, don’t join. We don’t do closure here, and you’d hate it.
Here’s what this actually is.
Twice a month, under the mirrorball, I lead us through a wake for our mothers. We pour their drink, wear their scarf, make things, tell the stories where she was ridiculous, do the rituals, and throw them a birthday. Some nights you’ll dance. Some nights you’ll fall apart on the floor. Both are welcome. Come exactly as you are.
Your mother is gone. Your relationship with her isn’t. This is where you keep it, out loud. You have permission to keep loving her, to talk to her, dance with her, and feel her right here in the room.
You still reach for her when the day goes wrong, the one person who was always on your side. You miss the nagging, even: Did you eat? You’re not wearing that. Text me when you land. You didn’t know that was safety until it was gone.
And any new friend you make now only ever meets an edited you, the version without her in it. Not here. Nobody in this room will ever meet your mother, and every woman here knows exactly what that costs. That’s not support. That’s recognition.
New grief, old grief, the grief that went quiet and came roaring back, all of it belongs. No expiration date. No required level of brokenness.
Why “Remembership”?
Because we don’t stop being daughters when our mothers die. We remember. We re-member. We gather the pieces of a relationship that still matters and make room for it in the life we’re living now.
The offer
Founding rate: $39/month
Locked for as long as you remain a member, even when the rate rises for everyone else.
Two nights a month. A room of women who get it and who will dance badly with you. Nothing is recorded. Ever. This room is not content. The founding circle is small on purpose. A room, not a stadium.
$39/month · Founding rate · Cancel anytime
Do I have to be on camera?
Yes, cameras are on so we can actually see each other, but you never have to say a word. Come and just be witnessed.
What if I can’t make a gathering?
Two nights a month, and you’re a member whether you make them or not. No catching up. No homework. No guilt.
Is it recorded?
Never. This room is not content. You can fall apart here, and it never lives anywhere.
Is this therapy?
No. This is peer companionship. Keep your therapist. This is the other thing. I’m one of you, and I’ll go first.