Stories

The Eternal Value of Handmade

The Eternal Value of Handmade

We currently have time to reflect on our interests, our relationships, our society, and ourselves.  With hardship, fear, and upheaval all around us, I am not alone in pondering history, plague, the balance of power, and the relationship of cultures. When I roam a ruin or museum, I think about how we have so beautifully captured our entire human experience in art and architecture. Trapped in time it waits for us to admire it and ponder our relationship to it. What about our lives is greater than ourselves? What binds us to each other?  If we look beyond our lifetime...

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My Mother's Hoop Earrings

My Mother's Hoop Earrings

Eleven years ago, my mother gave me a pair of her earrings which she used to wear to college. It may not sound like much of a story, but it is. My mother grew up in a small town in Uttar Pradesh, India.  Her grandfather had started the town’s first college but girls were not allowed to attend. So her mother sent her older sisters to live with relatives to get an education in other towns. After the untimely demise of my grandfather, leaving my grandmother with numerous daughters and no dowry, my grandmother realized she would forever be indebted to...

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Hope, Courage and Passion are also Contagious

Hope, Courage and Passion are also Contagious

It has been a strange year. We hope for good news, try to make things better, wonder what’s next. Each of us has found a different way to cope.  What we knew before has only been emphasized during this time. The world we share is full of beauty, hate, love, fear, injustice, and inspiration.How do we live in this world? What can we do in the face of hardship? Where is our place? What is right? If answers exist, they aren’t easy to find. The answers may lie in human creativity. It separates us from all other life. It transcends language and borders....

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Plague Mask

Plague Mask

  Ring around the rosy Pocket full of posies Ashes Ashes We all fall down   Doctors during plagues in 17th century France and Italy wore masks. The air they breathed around patients would come in two vent holes and pass through a long beak filled with ambergris, mint leaves, myrrh, storax, rose petals, laudanum, camphor, cloves and straw. Such was their desperate attempt to avoid catching death. In the same desperate attempt, we’re all scrambling for masks. We’re filled with a quiet mixture of dread and anger when we see someone not wearing one. We secretly wish we didn’t...

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