Many of you may know the story of Stone Soup. If not, go here for a variety of versions.
My writing group gathered last weekend at my home for a potluck and critique session before submitting to an annual contest. I made soups and they brought the rest of the meal. We've gathered like this for years.
In the spirit of the Stone Soup story, I thought we might explain what we all bring to the critique group, but I changed my mind. Instead, I asked everyone to tell what they take from the group. It was a nice way to start the meal and affirm what we were trying to do that day.
When they went home, I sent goody bags. Among other things, each contained a stone to remind them that they weren't alone.