Easton's Point, Middletown, RI: I've traveled all over the world, but the place that makes me happiest is the place I keep coming back to -- my own backyard. Well, front yard, actually. Easton's Point is where my husband and I both grew up. This is where I've plucked mussels, caught crabs, learned to swim, snuck beers, savored blackberries, stubbed toes, and collected trash. I've written high school essays about these rocks. I've gained my dogs' trust here. It is where I learned truly to love and value nature. I like to think that the puddingstone is a metaphor for life -- a mashup of little things that make you sturdy and whole. In this picture is my son, doing a five-year-old's interpretation of meditating. Now it's his turn to find his own routes, strengths, and bruises "down on the rocks."