"I'm sorry," my husband says often.
Not because he's done anything wrong, or to offend or hurt me. But just because he can tell I am unsettled, discontent, disappointed at that moment in life in general.
He thinks he has failed because I am not happy all the time, that he needs to wrap me in all the comforts of this life.
I love jewelry. My kids know it’s all over when we’re walking through any shopping area and my eye catches a jewelry display. I especially love crafted jewelry, and silver is my favorite metal.
I’m drawn to the beauty of curving, weaving strands of silver, dotted with jewels or stones or beads, or impressed with delicate markings, or shaped into intricate designs. Rings, bracelets, earrings, necklaces. . . . I’ve picked them up at vendor booths, on beachside boardwalks, in bookstores on college visits -- somehow I find silver in the least likely places -- or it finds me.
Laura England Miller