Why This Matters

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 As cultures shift, disappear, and evolve, I believe it’s vital to preserve the pieces — especially those that might otherwise go overlooked. We are always preserving something — language, recipes, relics, rituals. In a world obsessed with speed, I want to slow down and ask: Why do we hold onto this? Where did it come from? Who were we before we forgot?

Anthropology gives us the tools to ask those questions. Psychology tells us why we ask them. This blog gives me the space to feel them. The Preservation Plate is my way of honoring them and bringing them to life again. In a therapeutic way to deal with what we can't control.


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