**My father shakes his head when he tells this story. It contains so much for him. If you had a problem in his family, he explains, when he was a child, his Baba Esther instructed them to tell it to a stone. He laughs a little. “Can you believe it? This was the only way to talk about things.” He became, fittingly, a child psychiatrist, and then a psychoanalyst, but not the stone-like silent kind—the interactive kind, one who responds, engages.
And while I have reaped the benefits of having a father who values talking about hard stuff, I still find myself circling this story, around my great-grandmother, and her peculiar advice. Because they do call to me, the stones. They may not be good confidantes, but I am, without a doubt, pulled to them—both on the page, and real.**
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