Showing Up and our Messy Voices

I stand in my mom’s kitchen and squeeze the jar of honey, waiting for it to drip out of the bear in skinny messy lines, coating the yogurt. It’s the end of July and it’s sweet and golden with an occasional pulse of heaviness. My mom just asked a question with love in a clumsy...

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