Whose Truth Is It, Anyway?
Some of them require serious introspection. But when you feel it in your bones, that's a keeper.
The Silent Weight of Stones
Lena’s grandmother had a peculiar habit. Every time something significant happened in her life—a victory, a loss, a heartbreak, or a moment of quiet joy—she would take a small, smooth stone from the riverbank behind their house and place it in a jar.
“It’s how I carry my truth,” her grandmother explained when Lena asked as a ch…