The Lesson of the Clothespin: Refusing to Discard the Broken Things in a Throwaway Culture

The splintered remains of my front door frame lay in a heap on the floor, right next to the thirty-dollar “Indestructible” chew toy that had lasted exactly forty-five minutes.

I stood in the entryway, dropping my keys on the counter with a heavy clatter. My chest felt tight, a mix of exhaustion and a simmering, dark frustration. In the corner of the continue reading …