This is a piece of metal that my mother-in-law used when she wore her scarves.
It's mine now.
The reason it is sacred to me is not because I've been in desperate need of what my father-in-law calls a "scarver." It's because when he was going through her things, he immediately thought of me.
One time years ago, he and I were in an intense Scrabble battle (the real one, with the board and wooden tiles). He played the word "scarve" and convinced me that it was a verb - like when you "scarve" someone (i.e. put a scarf around the neck). He was so convincing (and a priest!), so I didn't challenge.
I should have.Read More