“Mama, I have a wrinkle in my heart,” my daughter Marlie said, her baby blues locked with mine. I was steps away yet frozen in time as I knew I couldn’t move an inch and break this moment of truth.   “I know, sweetie, my heart is full of wrinkles,” I responded, my voice soft as I knew what was coming.   “It hurts,” she said as one crystalline tear escaped from the corner of her eye.   I wanted to scoop her up, tell her it’s all okay, make her laugh, dance, play… anything but feel what she was feeling…   And yet I knew, feeling is the key. I’ve been trying to learn how to access such within me for the past…