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

it was magic, but because it was built with the intention to last, and maintained with care.

I walked over to Gable. He flinched, closing his eyes.

I didn’t yell. I didn’t drag him to the car to drive back to the shelter. Instead, I sat down on the floor amidst the ruin of my doorframe. I reached out, not to grab him, but to offer him the old clothespin.continue reading …