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Antiques Stores Sell Trunks of Dreams

My nostalgia inhabits a footstool, evoking unknowable stories.

Photo by Jazmin Quaynor on Unsplash

I strolled into an antiques store one Sunday afternoon, on historic Walden Street in Concord, Massachusetts. It was a dreary day, and I wanted to escape my boredom.

This clunky wooden thing whisked me away, evoking a child’s school project of sorts. I picked it up and…

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Traditions that still live in our language

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PunitaWrites

Punita shares her musings about midlife, her immigrant family, and life at the intersection of disability and diversity. She loves history, words, and culture.

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