Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

Long before my sister Lea and I began to bicker over the rules of calling “Shotgun,” we were comfortable in the back seat of our Mother’s cars.  Just about every year it was a different car.  A rental.  Neglected looking,…

A one-week romance at camp is the equivalent to a one-month relationship outside of it.  You eat all of your meals in the same room and are thrown together with the significant other throughout the day, even when it’s not…