Even When the Kettle’s Bare

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Some paths are quieter than others—but walking them together makes all the difference. Today reminded me of the quiet weight that comes with being the one others turn to. I spoke with both of my daughters—separately, at different points in the day. One needed advice, the kind only a mother can give when life feels uncertain. The other’s voice held something heavier, and when I asked, she let it spill: relationship strain, financial stress, the kind of ache that’s hard to name out loud. I listened. I offered what I could—words, perspective, a little steadiness. And later, I followed up. Not because I had to, but because I know how it feels to be left holding something alone. They each thanked me. They each made a move forward. And I felt that familiar flicker of peace—the kind that comes from knowing you were able to help. But beneath that peace, there’s a quieter ache. The kind that surfaces when you’re still navigating your own storm, and yet you find yourself pouring from a cup that’...
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Twins Days Festival

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Every year, Twinsburg, Ohio hosts the Twins Days Festival, the world's largest gathering of twins, multiples, and those who just love seeing double. Matching outfits, twin parades, and genetic research—it's a weekend where the phrase “two of a kind” is an understatement.  

If my kids ever attended, they’d fit right in, but not in the way people expect. Forget the twin stereotypes; these two created their own language, a secret sibling code only they understood. People assumed twinhood was all about identical looks or matching habits, but my twins proved that true connection runs much deeper.  

And then there was my oldest, fluent in their twin-speak despite being born two years earlier—because in our house, twinhood wasn’t just for two, it was for three. Whether you’re an actual twin or just an honorary one, Twins Days is proof that sibling bonds come in all forms. 

Hope to see you there!

Grab a cup of 🫖  & share, 

~Honey

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