I've fought for a lot of my life. Not like people around the world, where it's an obvious life or death struggle. I'm from Midwest American suburbia. My fight has been more existential and internal. Scrolling through my various social media accounts this morning I was reminded of my acceptance into a distance learning program to obtain the doctoral degree I'd spent 14 years intending to obtain, but thwarted at each attempt to even begin. But I'm a lot like my dad who, after talking about a given thing for years, suddenly has it. I think he passed on to me a fire in my belly, the same fire I see reflected in these pieces of refined glass: a fire of persistence that culminates in small triumphs, the beauty of overcoming despite being constantly tossed about.