I went to summer camp when I was a kid.  It was summer camp with enthusiastic counselors, bugs, archery, a woodshed, a lake with kayaks and seaweed, a how-could-it-possibly-be-this-cold pool, four square courts, a Friday night dance, wood cabins with quaint names, and a big hill.  I was probably about ten-years-old when my nine-year-old sister and I got dropped off...

  Last week I was gifted an opportunity to travel to a majestic place with wonderful girlfriends in honor of my friend’s special occasion.  The girls spent the week at camp, and Brad kept the home fires burning.  Focused time together with girlfriends was a treasure.  We stayed in a historic inn, and I loved the aesthetic. Every exterior wall and the...