After my divorce, I braced for loneliness on holidays , but it hit hardest on Mother's Day. My first one alone, my best friend from college texted me a photo of her proudly wearing the necklace her son, the same age as my daughter, had cobbled together. Its colored pieces were dotted with pieces of torn felt. "Isn't it cute?" She wrote. I felt a lump in my throat instantly. No one was around anymore to remind my kids to acknowledge the day. That day I cried walking to the playground past what