Homesick: My Longing for Things to Be as They Should

My first case of homesickness struck in the Missouri foothills. I was a ten-year-old at Camp Soaring Hawk and one of the few campers staying for both multi-week summer sessions. Although I had never been away from home before, things were okay while camp activities were taking place all day with new friends. Then they … Continue reading Homesick: My Longing for Things to Be as They Should