CHAPTERS
A Bronze Goddess Comes Knocking
Like a moth to a flame, that is me to a brass object. Any brass object. Even something that looks entirely useless. Every stack of books on my coffee table...
A Bronze Goddess Comes Knocking
Like a moth to a flame, that is me to a brass object. Any brass object. Even something that looks entirely useless. Every stack of books on my coffee table...
A Bracelet Worthy of a Wonder Woman
I’ve always been drawn to old, soulful jewelry. Perhaps it was because my great-great grandfather was a jeweler in Armenia, or because my grandmother, Rose, layered necklaces and bracelets so...
A Bracelet Worthy of a Wonder Woman
I’ve always been drawn to old, soulful jewelry. Perhaps it was because my great-great grandfather was a jeweler in Armenia, or because my grandmother, Rose, layered necklaces and bracelets so...