Today is February 14th. Valentine’s Day. I will dig up something red to wear. If I can find the heart necklace Micah gave me for our first Valentine’s Day, I’ll wear that, too. It is freezing out. And yet, I will do what I do every other day of the year: Think. About. Camp. Thinking about camp is my full-time job. I’m pretty lucky, right? I get to work at a place where our biggest selling point ...
Be Nice. We Mean It.
At drop-off this past summer, you may have seen our leadership team wearing a yellow Bauercrest t-shirt with a lot of words on the back. Despite the commotion of move-in day, I hope you had a few seconds to read them, because they will tell you everything you need to know about who we are as a camp and what we expect of all those who call it home. Throughout my time at Bauercrest, I have had ...
Words of Wisdom from the Wicked Witch of Westwood
This year, for the first time since my kids were born, I am going to lose Halloween. Not lose it as in it won’t happen. Of course it will happen. I’m not actually a witch; I can’t just make it disappear. Lose it as in my kids aren’t going to dress up. They might throw on a mask or some benign accessory, knowing that if they don’t, I won’t let them trick-or-treat with their friends. The idea of ...
Hakuna Matata??? I Wish!
I'm going to let you in on a little-known fact: I don’t transition well. I was at a preschool parent-teacher conference the first time I heard that phrase. The teacher wasn’t referring to me… she was referring to a much smaller, far cuter, male version of me… but I internalized her words nonetheless. As she explained how my son had a hard time moving on from the things he loved, I thought to ...
What’s So Good About Good-Bye?
A few weeks ago, I stood on the front lawn at my son's school for their Memorial Day celebration, listening to the principal play guitar and lead the students in the sweetest rendition of “This Land Is Your Land,” the flag flapping gently in the breeze. If you close your eyes and imagine a fairytale that takes place at a school, this is what it would look like. And like most fairytales, I didn’t ...
What Happens On the Hillside… Is Pretty Awesome.
One Sunday a few weeks ago, I looked out my bedroom window to a perfect sunny day. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I threw on a pair of capris and my silver Sperrys (the kind you wear with no socks) and headed to Max’s lacrosse game. Minutes after my arrival, the skies darkened to the point where I fully expected to hear a loud, booming voice, the temperature dropped 15 degrees, and we were in ...