As a kid I stuffed my pockets with rocks. My mother would yell about them rattling in the washing machine and make me clean them out. I was picky—only the coolest would be collected—but I adored them. I still carry this love for detail and beauty into unearthing stories. I believe no two stories are the same and all it takes is a bit more digging to find what truly makes each one special.

So let’s unearth some gems together. Or a dusty pumice, if you’d like. Those are cool too.