Stones, my favorite keepsakes. When my suitcase is not at the weight limit, stones make a nice little travel remembrance to bring home. Not from a National Park, mind you. And I'll never take a piece of lava home from Hawaii. Here is why. When I read my Stones story (link) at the Wednesday afternoon … Continue reading Stones Not Collected
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Stones
Home from Greece, jet-lagged, I move like a robot. I empty my suitcase, filling the laundry basket. From a corner of my luggage, I pull out a small plastic bag that I had stuck there and then forgotten. Stones: a pure white one, a couple striated with the gray-blue of a cloudy sky, and another, … Continue reading Stones

