For example, I hadn’t really previously put into words why I keep the cup that Catherine made for me. It has a crack and leaks. But I haven’t seen Catherine for about 35 years. That was back when we were ceramic students in art school, studying tea in San Francisco’s Chinatown. The cup reminds me of her almost every day; even when I don’t actually sip tea from it. One day it will break completely. But, as I pack it carefully, double-boxed, I remember the many cups of tea we shared. There are other chipped, cracked, and broken pieces that I keep. And you? Do you toss them or glue broken bits back together?