“Looking out over the lake, I felt enveloped in the most peaceful, loving utopia.” — Laurie Kahn Copy Share Image
“Far away, I can hear Mouflon, our last sheep, bleating in the dark. I wonder if Annie is still out to protect… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“My fingers curl through the holes in the wicker, through the wet grass beneath it, trying to hold tight to the sharp… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
“A few of us always compared anything good to: ' Isn't it just like camp?' When we first got married, we asked… — Laurie Kahn Copy Share Image
