Why was I breaking things?
As I struggled to hang heavy curtains I'd sewn and
lined, their fabric caught on the neck of a vintage pink vase and toppled that
lovely heirloom to the floor. I froze. Four large pieces and smaller
shards of irreplaceable glass lay near my feet. I wanted the pieces
to jump up and put themselves back together. The vase had previously belonged
to a grandmother I'd only known for four years before she died.
