I am not a mother. But as my own mom slips inexorably into the oblivion that is Alzheimer’s Dementia the opportunities are rife for me to consider motherhood from the perspective of daughter. Through my blog about caring for my mother, I’ve connected with other daughters of mothers with dementia. And I’m finding that no matter how many years pass, and no matter how frayed or strong the tie, there is something about the mother-daughter relationship that is mysterious and spiritual. From the moment we leave the warm darkness of the womb for the brilliant chaos of the world, we are tethered to her in a way that defies explanation and—for better or worse—shapes the rest of our lives. It is this mystery that has me writing about my experiences as daughter, trying to make sense of this mother-daughter tie.