Welcome to The Porchlight 🌟
Where stories soften shadows—and healing begins with connection.
You’re not alone here. The Porchlight is my place to share my thoughts,I’m a daughter, a dreamer, a mother, a sister and a voice for the estranged or anyone feeling alone. I especially care deeply about elder orphans, those of us over 55 and aging alone. By my side: a purring heart, a judging stare, and a whisper of digital whimsy. Morning mischief, fully assembled. Together, we navigate the tangled spaces where families drift apart, questions go unanswered, and resilience quietly grows.
Here, we raise a toast to every awkward hug, tearful coffee chat, and brave step toward reunion. Because coming together—no matter how messy—is worth celebrating.
This blog isn’t just a place for posts—it’s a space to sit a while, sip something warm, and feel seen. From essays about distance and reconciliation to playful snapshots of Sam and George, everything here has one goal: to turn pain into perspective and stories into bridges.
Whether you’re estranged, estranged-adjacent, or just wandering toward healing—we’re glad you found the light. You’re not alone anymore.