No tents, please!

No tents, please!

As it turns out, Camp Wildwood is aptly named. It was my first retreat at the church-sponsored facility and it was intriguing to be there after all the fun stories I’d heard. The check-in began at 3 PM and allowed plenty of time to find (just a tiny, twenty-minute...
Waiting Room

Waiting Room

I remember shuffling along on the carpet in stockinged feet, then reaching for a light switch and getting that zingy little shock. As kids in exploration mode (is there any other?) we would check out why we were told not to touch the electrified cow fence at my...
This Little Light of Mine

This Little Light of Mine

I’ve just been reading about Scandinavian winters (brr!) and the investment these northern clime neighbors make in the coziest of surroundings, the warmest of woolen throws piled into big woven baskets by the enormous open fireplace (ablaze, of course!), thick socks,...