#85: Art tears - by Haley Nahman - Maybe Baby
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It can happen any time, a devastating flash in the mundane unfolding of my day.
Good morning! Reminder that next week is my monthly advice/Q&A column, Dear Baby. Submit your questions via written word here or via voice (!) at 802-404-BABY. I’ve gotten a handful of voicemails already and (appropriately) have cried thrice. The most unexpected tears I shed last year were on the floor of a cabin in upstate New York, standing in a circle with five friends. We’d taken mushrooms that morning, but our trips were mostly over when my friend Michelle, who is a movement teacher, offered to lead us in a group stretch. We settled on the wood floor, speckled with warm shapes of sun,…
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