1700 words on my insincere desire for emotional neutrality or why I equally love and fear my time at camp.

Darlings, I just got home from camp. I'm exhausted, I'm hyper emotional. I'm burnt and bruised from being out of kitchen practice and a klutz in general. But I'm also happy, refreshed and grateful once again for the experience of community.   Going to camp at 13 is hard. Going to camp at 32 is… Continue reading 1700 words on my insincere desire for emotional neutrality or why I equally love and fear my time at camp.

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