Really missing her texts with nothing but 20 smiling poop emojis

I hope she’s learning to tie knots, build a shelter, start a fire and how to make mama a hot dog.


Perhaps Marlo should just stick to the very catchy camp songs.

The two of us, grappling

Struggling with change and a sadness that would inform anything I tried to write at this time.

Post-camp cool down

Turning her into a zombie after she’s already been turned into a zombie.

First day of camp

“Swimming’s cool here, but this place is not like home. I miss those nice fresh pillowcases.”