I was eleven when I first went to sleep away camp. It was an Orthodox Jewish camp In Eastern Pennsylvania, a two hour bus ride from my New Jersey Suburban home. I boarded the bus in my oversized tan boy shorts and big grey t-shirt and the carrot sticks my mom had packed for me as a... read on
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I love that woman although I admit I have hardly said two words to her.
Who is she? The mother of my boss!
She visits our office regularly – sometimes a few times a week. The moment... read on