We Sisters are pleased to share some of the silent, inanimate objects in our lives that schmooze with us
So why are there some things that we talk to? Objects we look for frantically when we misplace them? Items we give names to? Things that make us cry when they have to be thrown away?
Maybe it’s because some things tell us about ourselves, become part of our identity. Some items trigger memories. Some lifeless, silent object can tell us a story.
Whether the object was built by a carpenter, crafted by a goldsmith, or even hammered out by an inmate in a prison workshop…. we Sisters are pleased to share some of the silent, inanimate objects in our lives that schmooze with us. The things that tell us stories — if we listen closely.
Why am I crying at the Maryland Motor Vehicles Administration? It’s just a license plate. Or is it?
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