It’s been over 20 years since that summer. But I’ve never forgotten Henchi and her kindness
Years ago, you crossed paths. It may have been a brief encounter, it may have been a relationship spanning years. In that meeting place, something changed. Her hands warmed your essence, left an imprint upon your soul.
Seven writers sought out the women who changed them — and told them of the impact they’d had
The summer I turned 11, I attended sleepaway camp for the first time. Although none of my friends would be attending Agudah Midwest, I was buoyed with excitement, enthralled by all of my sisters’ camp stories. I knew I’d be fine leaving home on my own.
I was in for an unpleasant surprise.
From the moment I stepped off the bus, I was engulfed in a cloud of desperate, deep homesickness. I managed to make one friend, but it was only our shared homesickness that drew us together.
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