In Fall 2020, my Uncle Bob shipped his Lortone rock tumbler to me, along with a bunch of rocks he had collected over the course of many years. He knew my son was a collector— of rocks, coins, and random objects he used to call “beautiful things.” My uncle thought rock tumbling might be a nice hobby for our family while we were quarantining at home during the Covid-19 pandemic.
I was five years old the first time I saw it.
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Trust in the Slow Work of God By Rev. Joanna D’Agostino • December 18, 2025 In Fall 2020, my Uncle Bob shipped his Lortone rock tumbler to me, along with a bunch of..
When we hear the word “creative” most people automatically think of the arts—musicians, painters, writers, sculptors, etc. We have all heard those who say, “I’m not..
Let’s talk about our death! Fun stuff, right?
