“And one does one do on the Fourteenth of July? Does one celebrate Bastille Day?” These are the opening lines from my favorite David Sedaris essay, “Jesus Shaves.” As a…
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I have post-summer-camp-itis. It’s that dis-ease that settles in once sleep finally revisits your eyelids, your bags are unpacked, musty clothes shuttled to (but not necessarily back from) the laundry,…
Cousin Camp, Day Three of shunning the laundry detergent. Here’s how we’re doing: My sister and I once upon three years ago traded maternity clothes. For a couple of months,…
“I poop on your head.” This statement, followed by eruptions of unmanly giggles, issues forth from a boy’s mouth. We call the boy Buddy, because, well, he is. He’s the…
A discussion takes place: “What’s my nickname?” “We call you Itty Bitty.” It’s a name that fits my pint-sized niece with the fairy-wing voice. She’s had the nickname since she…
The day was supposed to end in a cousin sleepover: Sleeping bags, drooly pillows, tangled feet, snarled hair, open mouths ushering in and out child snores, and fun. Lots and…