At the beginning of all this, when the concept of quarantining to protect ourselves from the novel coronavirus was still, well… novel, we started doing puzzles. It began with the four of us, but now it’s down to me and Max. Not the quarantining— trust me, all four of us are still present and accounted for every single second of every single day— but the puzzling. After completing a few that we had ...
Social Distancing, Part 1: Reflections, Connections, Reality Checksions
I was an English major. I know checksions isn't a real word. I also know that today is the 11th day my kids were supposed to be in school but aren’t. So yes, I flashed my poetic license. Most days, I am overwhelmed by how lucky we are to have our health, each other, and pretty much everything we need. That’s not to say I haven’t lost perspective along the way. I was far more choked up about ...
Warm Hearts, Cold Feet
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 ...