By: Martha Arango

Now featuring a removable Baby Jesus…

By: Maria Papanthymou

Unlike other tools, it is not connected with my everyday routine.

By: Seema Khanwalkar

It did not seem to have boundaries of participation.

By: Malex Salamanques Amiel

She is the embodiment of the matriarchal spirit.

By: Mariane Cara

A symbol of how we map out the direction and speed of the winds of change.

By: Wei Fen Lee

The one pretty thing that reminded me of oily, deep-fried food.

By: Louise Jolly

There’s something more fantastical than ironic about them.

By: Thierry Mortier

“I need a decent bell,” I said.

By: Sónia Marques

I considered it the epitome of bad taste.

By: Ivan Islas

My thermos is like a magic wand.

By: Daria Arkhipova

Hard work is only part of the equation.

By: Paulina Goch-Kenawy

What happened to the family treasures? I don’t know.

By: Serdar Paktin

It’s a gate to my soul.

By: Aiyana Gunjan

Having paid for the ducks, I started to remove the ribbons…

By: Vijay Parthasarathy

We suddenly realized Bingo was missing.