I am a collector of other people’s stories, I realize this when a friend comments the other day. I am asking her about her silver jewelry. She has a wide prominent ring on each finger on both her hands. I learn that she has loved silver since she was eight years old and that her mother was from New Mexico and the silver is a nod to the Southwest where much of her identity lies. My husband adds into the conversation reminding me that I had interrogated a waiter in a restaurant recently because he had so many interesting gold chains and medallion’s around his neck. How we ornament ourselves tells stories. He seemed so pleased that I asked and a long tale ensued. He has loved gold since he was 12. He started getting jobs so he could buy himself jewelry. This is when the friend commented about how I seem to love stories. I listen to stories all day long from my clients. …
