Porcelain Never Leaves by Rasmenia Massoud

Porcelain Never Leaves   If we referred to any of our mother’s treasures as “junk,” it was a slap on the mouth. “I’m a collector,” she’d say. Me and my younger sister Beth, we didn’t understand the difference. We’d clear off a space on the sofa, tossing aside old magazines, half-finished knitting projects, and plastic…