Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Sho's dad Will had turned 50 so Faith and I traveled to New Hampshire with their family to celebrate. The path to the Dingle, an old family house, crossed a bridge which crossed a small creek full of stones. Some were monstrous, satiny and cold, others were tiny and rough. They were cold too. There were a few funny whirlpools. It seemed, we thought, the perfect place to build Will's gift.

    We spent an afternoon dragging stones into shapes in the water. The idea was to build a 5 and an 0. Most people read it as "so" and we liked that too. Will saw what we meant. The rocks were stacked several layers deep under the water, moved a bit over the next couple days, but for the most part, stayed put.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.