Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

“This mug was thrown by my late husband, Arthur, in our backyard studio,” I said, my voice clear and steady.

“He always told me that the most valuable things should be kept where no one would think to look for them,” I added.

I turned the mug upside down, gripped the thick lip, and pulled hard on the heavy cork disc that sealed the continue reading …