Last night I accidentally knocked a mug off the counter, shattering it on the kitchen floor. Nothing ever survives that tile floor. Every mug we use in our house is one of a kind, not part of a set. But this one was more one of a kind—lovely green and blue pottery, purchased at some craft fair or open house and given as a gift. Oh well, I sighed. Some years ago now, a friend’s house burned to the ground during the night, and ever since I have been much less inclined to feel sad about the loss of things.  Continue reading “Smashed” →