Stories from the Cart: Human Moments
A single jar carried oats in Portland, olives in Sacramento, and loose tea in Santa Fe. Each refill bar added a sticker, turning it into a map of kind strangers. Do you have a storied container? Describe its journey and the memories attached.
Stories from the Cart: Human Moments
My grandmother washed and dried bread bags on wooden clothespins, long before zero waste was trending. Reusing wasn’t a statement; it was care. Share a family habit you’ve revived—someone here may adopt it and pass it forward.