Promised Land

Sleepaway Camp: Fun For the Camper, Respite For His Family

The other day, I had a vague sense that I was supposed to be doing something; that I’d forgotten something. I glanced down at my watch: 2:10 p.m., and I panicked. Ben takes his afternoon meds at 2:00 p.m. But I don’t have to give Ben his meds because he is away at camp for the month.

Rabbi Rebecca Schorr
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