
Pinky Ring
I started to look for artefacts to root me to a certain time or place.
Stories — fiction and nonfiction — about significant objects.

I started to look for artefacts to root me to a certain time or place.

I can’t seem to bring myself to paint over the remains.

My hands were shaking as I unsnapped the pouch.

Bust of Duck brought instant amusement to our racing minds.


Funky and bright, like a harmonica, with a dollop of schmaltz.

Prayers do have the ability to shine in the dark.

There wasn’t a speck of doubt that he was anything but English.

A spoon haunted by both Soviet and Nazi ghosts.

A symbol of my ancestors’ hopes for me.

It's the halo that protects and the circle that enables.

It increases my creative power in joyful ways.

Now featuring a removable Baby Jesus…

Unlike other tools, it is not connected with my everyday routine.