I tried to have family tea each night back in Texas in the weeks after Mom died—Dad and my brother and I navigating rough seas. Grandma Taylor's hexagonal cup, Mom's yellow Corelle Butterfly Gold with lead and cadmium paint.
Last year was hell. Most of my close family members died—my two remaining uncles with whom I was close, my mom, and my beloved 17-year-old best friend and cat, Moonshine. So much of me died inside—but I kept going, kept working, kept creating, kept speaking out. I drank a lot of tea. #ilovetea