Category: Writing from abroad

Some of my earliest childhood memories were going through both my grandmother’s and mother’s jewelry boxes. I loved trying on the shiny and sparkly pins, rings, bracelets and necklaces, imagining being old enough to wear “real” jewelry.

My first piece of jewelry that represented something more than a birthday or a bat mitzvah gift was the MIA bracelet I wore for over a decade engraved with the name of a Vietnam soldier missing in action.