Two minutes on each of these topics:
A memory of cabbage
Some instance of a war
A cup you loved
A peace march you didn't attend
Natalie Goldberg, Old Friend from Far Away
I remember my mother and I were the only ones in the family that like cabbage smothered in butter and pepper. It was a meal that was our communion, the others would not even sit with us.
I remember hearing the start of the first Gulf War on the radio on my way to traffic school. A right turn on red in a no-turn on red zone seemed so silly at that moment when I was convinced my boyfriend would be sent off to war.
I have a tea cup with a lid that I cherish so much I am afraid to use it.
I marched as a teenager in many anti-war rallies, later I took to photographing them but not really feeling a part of the movement, soon I just stop attending all together.