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I’d toasted marshmallows before I came to America – of course I had. Pretty much the only thing that persuaded me to Guide Camp was the prospect of a toasted marshmallow. But real, genuine, smores? Nope.
We were drinking cocktails in a bar on a weeknight â€“ I know, life choices â€“ when we overheard two girls talking; â€œDamn girl, you been working out?!â€ The second girl had indeed been working out, and was happy to … Continue reading
I was a reluctant camper as a child. Bugs, rain, sleeping on the ground â€“ not really my scene. On my return from my first guide camp I sat on the bathroom floor sobbing as ants marched out of my … Continue reading
“I have a real soft spot for marshmallows,” said Amazing Grace as we drank sea breezes and experimented with drops of food coloring in my kitchen. It was my first foray into marshmallow making, so I had called for moral … Continue reading
It had been a subdued summer for Adam since his discovery by text message that Carl was in another relationship. Heâ€™d been left not broken hearted exactly, but certainly feeling pretty rejected and gloomy.