I found my first cicada wing when I was about 5 years old. It was delicate, with one small tear at the top and being dragged away by a procession of ants. I thought it was a faerie wing. I ‘rescued’ it from the ants and marveled at the tiny veins and translucent color. I placed the faerie wing in a little box with my special things. Till this day cicada wings remind me of my childhood whimsy. They are ephemeral, delicate, and beautiful, each one perfectly made. I began collec