It’s a Saturday afternoon, and I’m quietly exploring my mother’s jewelry box, gingerly touching the treasures within. My mother discovers me, smiles, sits down, and starts to tell me the story behind each item - or rather, the story of the women behind the jewelry. Shimmering earrings of blue glass encased in filigree capture my vivacious great-grandmother running a boarding house in Vancouver. Funky, patinated brass monkeys are a link to my mom’s life before I existed. My grandmother’s confidant elegance emanates from an art-deco inspired pearl and black bead necklace. I get lost in imagining the tales that each piece of jewelry could tell…