Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Bummer Bummer Bummer!

HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN; Yes, I am a writer, but  right here, right now, I will admit defeat. 


Having to describe Ann Garvin is impossible. Impossible! 


When you walk into a room of people, and hear the laughter, that’s where Ann Garvin is. When you walk to a classroom and hear the students applaud, that’s where Ann Garvin is. When you walk into a bookstore and every seat at the event is taken, that’s an Ann Garvin event. If you are a person who needs a kind word, or guidance, or a new sense of direction, or empowerment, or just a place to vent, Ann Garvin, is your girl. She is the dearest friend, the most joyful confidante, the most talented author, an absolutely life-changing, gloriously marvelous inspiration for us all.  



Her newest book, BUMMER CAMP,  is out today!  And just from the brilliant title you know it’s fantastic and hilarious.


Ann is the founder and heart and genius behind the iconic and unmatched Tall Poppy Writers. Which you should know about. 


And she has had some interesting experiences. One of which is below. And read on for the giveaway! 



Six Million Views and Nobody Called

   By Ann Garvin

 

I published an essay on ageism and dating, and it went viral with Six Million interactions on X/twitter. I'm not bragging; I was and am still stunned by it. I usually get a solid 10 likes on a really good day, so this was an extraordinary moment in an otherwise ho-hum social media life.

 

To get my head around the idea of six million interactions, I Googled, What country has six million people living in it? Apparently, Denmark is that country, but I can't say that it helped me all that much. I tried to picture Denmark, home of the Little Mermaid, the term Hygge, and bicycles galore, but six million Danish people--I couldn't imagine it.

 

You hear about articles going viral. It always seems a bit like watching someone win a Powerball lottery. They get the car they always wanted, go on a vacation, and if there's something unusual about them, they end up on The Today Show or at least Late Night with Seth Meyers. I thought about what I might say to Seth, Jenna and Hoda. I wondered what I would wear if I had the right shoes, if I should buy something glittery or stay on brand and go in my favorite Gap jeans. I'm a writer, they won't expect false lashes, will they?

 

I wanted to tell someone who might be impressed. My friends barely register social media as something other than a waste of time.

 

I knew they would say something like, "Oh, I took all those sites off my phone. That's nice. Are you still writing that same book or are you on to another one?"

 

I don't blame them.  Writing as a career can feel very hard to understand in terms of publication dates and editing that goes on forever.

 

That left my kids. They'll understand, I thought,  and will be in awe of their mother, who has done what so many kids on TikTok have done.


I sent my daughter this text.

 

Me: I'm currently going viral on X/Twitter for that essay I wrote about dating and ageism.

Meg: Hiii, is it OK if I call you back later tonight or tomorrow? I haven't had alone time in ages, and I'm just decompressing.

Me: OK. Good for you.

 

I blinked and thought, no problem. I have another daughter.

 

Me: Hey Juls. I'm going viral. Six million views. It's incredible.

Julie: Slay.

Me: Slay.

 

If there's one thing you can count on, it's your kids to keep you humble.

 

Secretly, I thought that someone would surely see my virality and contact me with an opportunity of some sort. An interview request from Kelly Clarkson, Wisconsin Public Radio, or a coupon for two for one chicken breast at Festival Foods.

 

I'll break the suspense and tell you what did happen. I got three emails from men asking if I'd like to date them. I got a lot; approximately one thousand people saying they liked my essay and that it was great that I wrote it. I sold nineteen books, got a cramp in my re-fresh finger, and went to bed early. 


 

After I pulled my head out of the over-expectant clouds, I realized what had happened was wonderful. So many people read my work and interacted with me, and that was enough. More than enough. Something few writers ever achieve, and I feel so incredibly lucky to have had that out of the clear-blue-sky moment. I didn’t buy a glittery dress. I didn’t have to shave my legs for television, and I was reminded yet again, that readers is what I long for– and when they show up it feels like a party just for me.

 


HANK: Ohhh….what a story! Ahhhh. I love it and I hate it. It’s hilarious and terrible. And all of you MUST read the essay, it’s your assignment for the day! 


But Ann is now in full promo mode–and to that end, she’s offering a giveaway! One lucky commenter will win a copy of BUMMER CAMP! Whoo hoo.


Just tell us: did you go to summer camp? What ONE thing do you remember about it? And if you didn’t go, did you want to? 


And we’ll announce the winner later this week!



BUMMER CAMP 

Two sisters scramble to save their family’s legacy in a funny, huge-hearted novel about grandiose plans and summers to remember by the author of I Thought You Said This Would Work.

Cat McCarthy has spent years extricating herself from the family business―an increasingly run-down theater camp―and all the drama contained within it. At thirty-seven, she’s putting the final touches on a new life as she renovates her dream cottage and awaits her first child. Does it worry her that the McCarthy legacy is in the hands of her disastrously irresponsible sister, Ginger? Sure. But the camp’s not Cat’s problem anymore.

Then a series of frantic text messages pulls Cat back to center stage. Ginger has handed the reins to a crackpot motivational speaker, Bob Durand, and his scheming wife, Elaine. The couple’s plan to rebrand the camp as a “rehab” for anxious adults has nearly bankrupted the McCarthys. And now the Durands have skipped town days before investors arrive for a fundraising gala that could determine the camp’s future.

As Cat and Ginger wrangle a cast of lovable misfits and underdogs to save the camp, the sisters rediscover the importance of family, belonging, and holding fast to sweet summer memories.





Ann Garvin, PhD, is the USA Today bestselling author of There’s No Coming Back From This, I Thought You Said This Would Work, I Like You Just Fine When You’re Not Around, and other funny and sad novels about people who do too much, in a world that asks too much from them. Ann teaches in the low-residency master of fine arts program at Drexel University and lives in Wisconsin with her anxious and overly protective dog, Peanut. She is the founder of the Tall Poppy Writers and is dedicated to helping authors find readers and vice versa. For more information, visit www.anngarvin.com.


155 comments:

  1. Congratulations, Ann, on going viral . . . is there someplace those of us who do not have x/twitter accounts might be able to read your essay?
    Happy Book Birthday! "Bummer Camp" sounds like my kind of book and I'm looking forward to reading it [and, no, I never went to summer camp, never had any desire to go . . . but a theater camp could definitely have tempted me . . . .]

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    1. You sure can. You can head right over to my essays on anngarvin.com. There is that essay called good for me, a modern love one that is a follow up and even a follow up after that so you should be good and sick of me by then

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  2. Here is the link: https://anngarvin.com/2024/05/16/good-for-me/



    Xxxx!

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    1. I can't get this link to work - what am I doing wrong, Hank?

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    2. As I read the beginning of Ann's essay above ,
      I clicked on the light blue lettering "essay on ageism and dating" and an essay popped up.

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    3. Never mind - it worked fine with a different browser!

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    4. Great--the humans win again! xx Isn't it so funny and terrrible?

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    5. I feel like it’s very rare that the humans win. I’m so happy to hear they did today.

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  3. Congrats on the viral article. It's amazing when the right thing hits at the right time.

    And congrats on this new book. It sounds wonderful. I loved camp as a teen. Such wonderful memories.

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  4. ANN: Congratulations on going viral with your article. Sounds like timing and word-of-mouth/likes are everything.

    I was a big city kid growing up in Toronto. No one went to summer camp in our neighbourhood!

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    1. Yes, you never know what's going to hit. And you had a different kind of summers!

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    2. I think I must’ve posted it the second all the feminists woke up

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  5. Dorothy Young from WinnipegAugust 27, 2024 at 5:55 AM

    Congratulations on your book birthday and on your article going viral! The topic of your article was timed beautifully! I grew up in Winnipeg, Manitoba (the capital city of our province) and I attended Girl Guide Camp for many summers in the 1960’s at Caddy Lake in the Whiteshell Provincial Park. In those days we slept in tents with wooden floors and used outdoor buffles and bathed in the lake. We called it roughing it but it sure built character! I met my best friend at that camp and we remained friends for sixty years until she passed on. We returned to visit the camp in 2018 for its open house. The campers now slept in cabins and there were flushed toilets and showers! Unfortunately, the Camp has now been sold because fewer girls (parents) were interested in camping. 🥲 My favourite memory is of having a live bear trap set up behind my tent, when I was a leader, and catching a black bear overnight. None of the campers woke up when the trap door closed on the bear! The Park Ranger who drove the big truck away that had the bear in its cage on it was very good looking! He didn’t become my husband 🤣

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    1. Ohhhh...what an adventure! ANd that would have been an even more life-changing story if the if the PArk Ranger had been your true love. YOu could write it now, though!

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    2. You could’ve had your own ranger and your own bear!! Wow, that is an adventure and thank you so much for the kind words

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    3. That was me commenting above for some reason I wasn’t coming through, but I loved reading the story. Thank you for sharing it.

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  6. This tale of going viral has me in stitches, Ann. Too funny and so true. As for summer camp, I grew up as a farm kid, which means summer was for working, so no camp for me. But as a terribly shy introvert, I didn't miss it at all. I did take part in a 4H day camp once, but can't remember a single thing about it.

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    1. Day camp! Lanyards? SInging? Games?

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    2. The Internet is a fickle master. And I never expect to have it happen again.

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    3. I only went to camp once and I cried the whole time

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  7. It's a lovely essay, Ann. I found love again twenty years ago in my early fifties on match.com, but I sure had to wade through a lot of losers and liars first.

    I went to sleepaway girl scout camp in California every summer for years and loved it. Horses, canoeing, singing after meals with a hundred other girls, flag ceremonies - I ate up all of it. Your new book sounds wonderful!

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    1. Yes, the right camp can be amazing...and it does bring back sweet memories!

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    2. Congratulations for finding love again. You really do have to weigh through a lot of not so great dates. And I ate up camp with a spoon.

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  8. Ann this is wonderful and so is your essay! Next time you go viral, come visit the Reds--we will be amazed and overjoyed for you:)

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  9. Yes, I did go to summer camp. When I was little, I went to a day camp for one year. Then as I was a teen and involved in Scouting, I went to the regional Scout camp near me for a few years.

    The biggest memory I have is probably not one that I should be all that proud of, but it sure does stick out in the memory banks.

    One year, the troop I was part of went to the camp the same week as another troop in our town went. A few of us had left that troop to join the other one and there was a bit of a rivalry about it.

    Well, one day the two troops were marching past each other and one of the guys in the other troop made a comment to me. Have you ever experienced blind rage? In that moment, I did.

    Now, I try to be as easygoing as possible these days. I like my calm to be as undamaged as possible. Because I know I have a volcanic temper. But back then, I didn't practice "keeping my cool".

    I exploded and went after him. It took the rest of my troop to stop me from getting to him and get me on the ground. They all had to basically sit on top of me to keep me there, otherwise I would've killed him.

    Sorry it's not a hearts and flowers kind of memory but it definitely is the one that stands out the most.

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    1. Well, you have a very singular "what did I do on my summer vacation" story. So does the other guy....

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    2. Oh Jay, I can just picture the scene! It's amazing what words can do isn't it.

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    3. Hey, I’m sorry to say I probably would’ve been cheering you on. I love that kind of spunk. We would’ve been besties at that camp.

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  10. Y camp on Lake Nichecronk in the Poconos! Swimming, canoes, archery, making lanyards, singing at lakefront campfires. Best two weeks of my life every year. I want to go to adult camp, where I can sit on the dock and read between swims.

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    1. We are all with you on that, Margaret!

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    2. We did adult camp last weekend and we are going to do it the same time next year if you want to come!! You can find all of the information on my website

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    3. Please come. We’re doing it next year in August at the end of August. All of the information is on my website if you want to come! It’s so beautiful and it feels just like camp when I was a kid.

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  11. I spent some part of a few summers in three different overnight camps. Each was completely different and the experiences were also completely unique. The summer before high school I went to a camp in northwestern Connecticut that was mostly populated by New Yorkers. We had tons of activities but the biggest thing was our production of West Side Story. I was cast as the lead dancer for the Sharks' girlfriends and it was a very heady role. Our parents came to see us perform. There were some pretty talented voices in that group. I only attended for one summer but I learned a lot.

    Two summers later, I attended a music camp in the Berkshires near Tanglewood. I probably was the least talented violinist there. Many kids came from musical families, but it was just a wonderful summer. (The camp took us to see Joan Baez in a small theater nearby. She gave the stage to a strung out musician friend of hers who croaked out impossible songs and needed help getting up and down off the stage. Guess who that was!)

    My favorite camp by far, was a day camp where I was privileged to be a waterfront counselor for three summers beginning the summer after I graduated high school. BEST. JOB. EVER. I earned $25 a week.

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    1. Judy, what great camps. I was curious who the musician friend of Joan Baez was? Not Bob Dylan?

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    2. That's what I thought, too! Do tell!

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    3. Yes. Bob Dylan. Not on the wagon. He couldn't have climbed onto the wagon if he had seen it. None of the kids at camp had any experience with drugs at that point in our lives. We were stunned.

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    4. you make no money and all of your people become best friends and it’s the best job in the entire world. I’m there for you as well.

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  12. Congratulations on your book.
    I went to camp for many years as a kid. It was a church camp (so free!) and no one went for the religion, just the great leaders and all the friends who were only camp friends and seen once a year. A lot of the kids were low-income when it was not a thing. It didn’t hurt that the cook (definitely not a chef) made the finest-no-one-else-could duplicate-it bologna (pronounced balonie) stew, and mashed potatoes by the boat load (we had to peel them all…) Then on another day sweet biscuit dough was wrapped on a green stick and roasted over a fire. When theoretically cooked, the rolled-up biscuit was taken off the stick (hot! hot!), stuffed with margarine and the cheap, cheap apple strawberry jam (it came in a giant can, and most of the strawberries only did a walk-through tour of the manufacturing site!) and stuffed dripping into your mouth, and the insides drooled down your shirt. Better than a marshmallow any day!
    Other treats included sleeping all together in army barracks with skinny mattress cots, an outdoor privy that had to be maintained by us every morning – cleaned and limed, washing in the cold water of a running brook, where you had to remember to not clean your teeth downstream from the person using the soap upstream, and being always guaranteed that it would rain, and the slough-way to the other river for swimming lessons was nothing but muck, with some slippery logs filling it in – well sort-of. Did I mention the mosquitoes?
    There was no other place that we wanted to be, and some of the best memories were made there!
    ♫ You’re always behind, just like the old cow’s tail…♫

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    1. Margo, this is wonderful! And you are a terrific storyteller! xxx

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    2. Agree with Hank, Margo! I look forward to your comments every day. YOU need to be writing a memoir, or essays!

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    3. I really feel like you are my kind of people. You are the kind of people that I wrote this book for people that understand how incredibly special summer camp is.

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    4. Totally get it. You understand the magic.

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  13. Oh, gosh! Ann, I got so caught up in memories that I forgot to say that your book sounds like something I must read. Your text conversations with your daughters are darn typical. And congratulations on your essay going viral. That is pretty remarkable.

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    1. It is amazing! I remember when it happened..

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    2. I think it’s more fun to stay caught up in the memories so I absolutely forgive you lol

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  14. That story is so wonderful, Ann. (Slay!) And what a fantastic introduction from Hank! Maybe Hoda et al. didn't call, but it sounds like you reached just about everyone else. My only summer camp experience was volleyball camp, which wasn't quite the same adventure as regular camp, but my friends and I had fun living on a college campus for a week and pretending we were older and more mature than we were.

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    1. Oh, yes, that's always cool! (Except for the volleyball part.)

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    2. Thank you so much! And nobody doesn’t introduction like Hank. She made me feel like maybe I’m doing something right in my life.

      I wasn’t a little kid that went to camp either and I went to band camp, which is decidedly not the same same thing.

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  15. Bummer Camp sounds wonderful! I have such fond memories of Camp Namanu, on the banks of the beautiful Sandy River. My twin and I went for a week each year for a number of summers. I remember the campfires, counselors, outdoor activities, the wind in the tall trees, and mostly the songs. They will be stuck in my head forever. Camp Namanu sure to shine, all of the time!

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    1. It’s so funny how everybody remembers the name of their camp even though it’s always a really strange name. Or a Native American name or some other combination of letters that are hard to recall. But camp is magic that way.

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    2. Yes, Hank, part of the chorus that was sung many times. There was a verse for every unit, starting with, "We are the Bluebirds small, someday we'll grow up tall, then we'll surprise you all, we're telling you-ou-ou. And in our memories, dear to our hearts will be, Camp Namanu sure to shine, all of the time." Namanu is supposedly an indigenous word that means beaver, but this may not be true. Unfortunately, Camp Fire made up fake indigenous words, such as the motto "Wohelo" (from work, health, love)

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  16. Ann, your book sounds like one I definitely want to read, even though I never went to summer camp. I suppose I could have gone to week-long church camp like my sister did but that had absolutely no appeal for me. Anyway, we lived way out in the country and no one I knew felt the need for summer camp, if they were even aware such a thing existed. Based on movies I've seen and books I've read summer camp seems to be a great way for parents to get rid of their kids for the summer. And at the same time of course giving their kids an enriching experience.

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    1. Exactly. It can be absolutely enriching, or devastating. Remember Allan Sherman's Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah?

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    2. I was at camp nurse. But I didn’t get to go to the camp that everybody talks about. So I just had to invent it myself I guess. So I get it.

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  17. I remember this essay - it was so good! Congratulations on the new book, Ann! I went to week-long church camp, and although I enjoyed the time spent outdoors, I was a little too shy and immature to make many friends. I liked the singing, and hiking around the lake, and the food was great! I went to a two-week music “camp” in high school; it was held at the huge University of Wisconsin, where we stayed in the dorms and made music all day. That was fun because I was a teenager then, but a bit overwhelming for a small-town girl. And also not really camp!

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    1. Oh my gosh, I live in Madison Wisconsin so I know it must’ve been wild to be at such an enormous place. The camp that I wrote about is in Northern Wisconsin in rash by Stevens point. I love that you commented here thank you so much.

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  18. I loved the article, Ann, and I loved your reply. And not saying more but walking away was extremely powerful. Your novel titles sound delightful. Congratulations on your latest, Bummer Camp. I didn't go to summer camp, butt I probably would have liked a theater camp.

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    1. Yes, theater camp would have been amazing--maybe not the one in Bummer Camp,though! :-)

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    2. Butt is very camp humor. Thank you so much for writing and reading and doing all of the things. I really appreciate your positive energy.

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  19. Congratulations on this wonderful book! I went to summer camp for many years for the entire summer and made friends, had a wonderful time, learned a great deal and the experiences were memorable and unforgettable. Summer camp is a must and now my 4 grandchildren go and love it.

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    1. I am convinced that summer camp should be had by every every single person in America. If I was Tesla, I would make it happen.

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  20. Omigosh, Ann! I wish we had been friends; you could have called me and we'd have squeeed together about your six million hits! That's phenomenal.

    Big congrats! Bummer Camp sounds like grand fun. The closest I've come to summer camp was one rainy and sleepless night spent with another adult and ten rotten little Girl Scouts who kept trying to escape the cabin all night. Luckily, my daughter slept through it all, or she'd be grounded still (she'll be 37 next month).

    No, I take that back. As an adult I've done some completely wonderful glamping, between staying in our friends' fancy cabins in Wyoming for trail rides and cowboy hoe-downs, "girl camp" with friends in Scottsdale (mani-pedis, museum visits, chiminea/sundown evenings by the pool), and of course several safari venues of various levels of roughing it to not in both Tanzania and Kenya. So I no longer feel deprived of childhood camps!

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    1. PS I've been married for 42 years, but have a single friend, a widow, who actually started a dating business for Jewish singles nearly 20 years ago, with meticulously vetted local meetups. Judy has been all over the map as far as dating goes, and at 77, is something of an expert at the Match.com type sites. I keep telling her she needs to start a yenta site of her own.

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    2. Girl Camp! Whoa...maybe that could be Ann's next book!

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    3. We did a lady camp last weekend and we’re going to do it again next year. There’s no many petty but there’s a lot of water sports and crafts and cake. Your friend sounds like maybe she’s unlocked some of them of dating how lucky

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  21. Looking forward to reading Bummer Camp. It sounds wonderful. Back before the Beatles came to America, I was a junior counselor at a church camp. Of course it was my cabin that came down with 'pink eye'. Of course the medication had to be applied by me. Did I learn? oh yes. I learned that a cabin full of home sick campers (with pink eye) was worse than being devoured by mosquitoes. Not by much though.

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    1. Ohhhhhhh that is horrific...maybe funny now? Maybe?

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    2. pink eye is the scourge of all camps!! This is funny but terrible!

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  22. Let me just say this, campers--if anyone wants to join mei n a chorus of John Jacob Jinkleheimer Smith or Titanic or White Coral Bells, I am here for you!

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    1. Yes! Plus Dona Nobis Pachem, Rose Rose Rose, Our Paddles Keen and Bright, They Called the Wind Mariah, Barges, Ash Grove, and SO many more.

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    2. And don’t forget Kumbaya, My Lord!

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    3. How about the clapping song, "Miss Mary Mack"?

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    4. As long as no one expects me to use a sit-upon, I'm in!

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    5. Just have the bus driver drop me off at the next strip mall if they start "100 bottles of beer on the wall!"

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    6. How about gray squirrel, gray squirrel shake your bushy tail!

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    7. The sit upon I made in Brownies was one of the things I finally parted with this summer as we downsize to move.

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  23. Ok ok okayyy, with those kinds of titles, how have I missed Ann's work??? No camps for me, didn't miss them. I was sort of a dreamy, off by myself kind of kid with a huge extended family--summers were filled with aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents--what I craved was time and a place to decompress from all those people, even though I loved them! And, Ann, I love that your bio says you're dedicated to helping authors find readers and vice versa.

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    1. I’m so glad you found them now. And I am committed to helping other writers I think people other than the big big writers need a little help.

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  24. I went to Girl Scout camp for 2 weeks the summer I was 12. I remember many different things about it, some wonderful and some crappy. The overriding thing is that I learned to be a strong person. It was a defining moment in my life that will remain with me always.

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  25. My granddaughter went to camp this summer – first time. It was overnight for a week. She invited her best friend who lives away now and they had great fun! Now you need to know that her father is a hemophiliac, and she is a carrier. (Her brother, because he is a male is clear of the disease and of passing it on). This camp not only brings together kids of the same ilk, but it treats them like normal kids with a little extra education besides. She had a wonderful time, and I don’t know what she learned or absorbed, but it was great. It is one of 8 designated camps in the Halifax area, each one designed to improve the lives and educate these special kids from cystic fibrosis to celiac to eating disorders.
    Locally we have a burn camp – free to any burn kids who have anything from some lesions to totally crispy critter (sorry if I offend). Earlier I met some of these kids when they were in the hospital for some of the many skin grafts, and they all loved it! It gave them a chance to be a ‘normal’ kid with not everyone staring.
    If you know anyone who can benefit from this kind of activity, don’t be afraid to reach out. There are many specific charities who provide these wonderful things for free.

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    1. What a fabulous idea ! Those kids must enjoy it greatly.
      Danielle

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    2. This is the most wonderful thing. You couldn't offend me. I get exactly what you're saying.

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  26. Love that title!

    Two outstanding memories from summer camp. 1) I won best camper (yea me) 2) the boys locker room and the girls locker room were back to back. My five-year old mind figured if I walked into the boys locker room, I'd go through to the girls. So - In I go with my hatbox bag (remember those? Mine was Stewart plaid) and when I reached the wall, it stopped. I asked one of the boys if I was in the right place. He was in a state of dishabille, but I had a brother and all the kids in my neighborhood were male, so I didn't think anything of it, we all secretly skinny dipped in the river. He assured me I was in the right place. I found my locker - number 23 I remember, they were numbered bins not real lockers, put my hatbox in there and went about my day. When it came time for swimming, I went into the girls lock room - bin 23 was empty. I panicked, sure my mother was going to have something to say about me losing my stuff. My mom came from the clubhouse and wisely asked me to show her exactly what I did after the bus let me off. I marched straight into the boys locker room and the mystery was solved. I seem to remember adults laughing behind their hands, but I can't be sure. I was only five after all.

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  27. I confess my dream is to one day go viral… But now I can see I need to temper my expectations. But I do confess you’ve made me want to read your book! Which, after all is the point isn’t it?!

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  28. Happy book birthday. Summer camp is so long ago that I barely remember....

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  29. Oh my goodness, what a delightful post!! I'm now checking out your article and all your books, Ann. Camp. Yes, there are a few crumbs still accessible in the memory banks. One year I hated, hated, hated, and I think I cried enough that my father came and got me early. The next year, at a different camp, I was happy, but my sister was not, and she came hope with impetigo, so my parents said that was the end. Thanks so much for the smile!

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    1. Crying at camp--a true rite of passage!

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    2. Thank you!! If you have a sister story Bummer Camp is that sister story as well. Impetigo!! that is utterly the worst for you and the camp!

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  30. Ann, loved the essay, and the post. What Lucy said--next time you go viral we will all pop the bubbly for you! And I am putting Bummer Camp on my must-read list.
    As for camp, I went to Girl Scout Camp for two weeks the summer I was twelve. It was in east Texas, and if you don't know anything about east Texas I can describe it in three words: heat, humidity, bugs. I wasn't good at singing the camp songs, or much of anything else that I remember. I would much rather have been home reading library books, sans mosquitos. I think that was the end of Girl Scouts for me.

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  31. It’s so interesting that viral fame seems to bear no relation to real life. Nor to career advancement. I’m afraid the six million don’t buy books. I’ve worked with influencers and I can’t say I’ve seen any benefit from it. But you may have a future podcast as youve obviously touched a nerve

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  32. I loved cooking over a campfire. And we made some pretty cool stuff, french fries in a #10 can, doughboys, gingerbread in an orange rind cup, pizza in a box oven. My mouth is watering now with the memories!

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    1. DOughboys, doughboys..what were those?

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    2. They were so delicious. We made doughboys as well. Dough wound around sticks and but into a campfire.

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  34. Looking forward to the book! Later tonight for the article (I will figure it out by then!) I'm Norwegian heritage and the image of 6 million Danes invading is terrifying ... First memory of camp (I went on to have lovely times) Presbyterian camp outside of Boone Iowa and in the middle of the night I unexpectedly had my first period. Counselor didn't realize it was my first and threw the necessary item into my bunk and went back to sleep.

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    1. 6 mill Dabes is terrifying. Oh no, what a memory--a rite of passage.

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  35. Sarah why is it that campfire meals are always so good? I still remember making a dish with ground hamburger, a cut up onion and a can of Campbell's Alphabet soup. I still make it on occasion but it never tastes as good as the memory.

    For 30+ years our family has gone to a family camp for alumni run by a major university. It is located east of L.A. in the beautiful Lake Arrowhead. They have boating, water skiing, fishing, tennis, horseshoes, arts & crafts, pool, baseball, hiking, trail biking, night-time family activities, day time kids go with their groups and counselor. We took our kids and now we continue with our grown kids and grandkids.

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    1. That sounds fantastic! xxx And you are so right about campfire food...

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    2. Camp enters your heart and stays there!!

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  36. I did not attend summer camps and really never had a desire to do so.
    This book sounds delightful and I will be looking for it in the bookstore.
    Dianne Mahoney

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  37. Ah, summer camp.
    I particularly remember two things:
    1-Being served a prune whip dish as dessert!
    2-The three ducks on the lake being called Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner.

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  38. I went to Girl Scout summer camp. Thankfully one session was only two weeks; none of this all summer stuff. I remember a lot of singing while we waited to go in the dining hall for meals. And a lot of singing afterwards while we waited for those on KP duty. I also remember not getting a Red Cross badge one year because the swimming instructor was so grouchy some of us opted to just play at one end of the pool.

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    1. See? memories are made from personalities like that! LOVE!

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  39. I went to day camp as a young girl during the summers at bungalow colonies in the Catskills in upstate NY. Swimming was one of my favorite activities.

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  40. Ah, those egotistical, entitled ones . . . avoid at all costs and continue being ourselves.
    Storyteller Judith Black put together "The Fading Scent" program, partly inspired by an AARP spread on "how to be sexy after 60," as if there weren't a million more important things to spend time and money on. -- Storyteller Mary

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  41. Yes I went to GS camp and came home with mono! Can't believe i read the article before reading this. I feel so trendy!

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    1. Oh, whoa, another now-it's-funny-at-least memory....x And yes, of course you are trendy!

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  42. Congratulations, Ann! I love the premise of your book - so many summer camp memories. And now I have to go read your essay! 6 million - OMG!!! That's amazing!

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    1. Thank you so much Jenn. That essay was a huge surprise.

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  43. Growing up I was one of those sickly kids whose parents were so protective that camp or any outing with a group of children was out of the question. In all honesty, I was the scrawniest kid and one who would be the last to be picked for any team. Seriously, I was an honor roll student who missed it one semester because I got a "D" in gym. Camp would have been a living hell. Ann, I look forward to reading your book and I loved your 6 million likes story. All we want is just an acknowledgement of our tiny minute of fame, but no, loved ones just drag you right back down to earth. Fear not! We will celebrate you! -- Victoria

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  44. I wish I were one of the six million who read your essay, Ann, but since I'm not, I will remedy that by reading it in bed tonight. Your newest book sounds like something I'd enjoy a lot. And, yes, I did go to summer camp in Arizona for a month once, and what I remember best is having only a few minutes to get from my horseback riding lesson to my tennis lesson and trying to play tennis in my cowboy boots because my boots were so hard to get off. The tennis instructor was not amused.

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  45. First, congratulations! I can barely achieve a li👍 from one of my kids when I send them something hilarious on Instagram. Goodness know how long they’d ignore it if it was a Wendy original.
    No, we couldn’t afford a pony or summer camp whe. I was growing up. I did go to Bible camp once, but all I remember of that, is the bus ride home, singing many, many chorus of You Can’t Get To Heaven In (team leader) Jeffrey’s Car, and receiving my first kisses from a nice boy with acne, named Ray, who I never saw again.

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  46. This book sounds delightful and just what I want to read. Ordering it ASAP! As to camp experience - I went to Girl Scout camp for 2 weeks , for 6 summers. And in 2x a day swim class, in a beautiful, freezing Adirondack lake...I never learned to swim. But I learned to canoe, put up a tent, build a fireplace and cook on it, and appreciate the spectacular mountains. I did love camp a lot and could still sing some camp songs with enthusiasm. Let's hear it for Camp Trefoil!

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  47. Books about camp are always a hoot and this is one that I will add to my TBR list. I went to a Girl Scout summer day camp called Camp Merriwood in Berkley, MA for the years prior to high school. My future father-in-law built a cabin for them there at some point which was still there when I attended the camp! Later it was purchased by a housing developer! What I remember most was the smell of freshly sawed cedar trees that we used to make name tags with our names spelled out in dry pasta alphabet letters which we then varnished to preserve them. The smell of the woods is fresh in my mind still today as our home is built in the middle of 16 acres of trees, bogs and critters. It is so relaxing and keeps me safe in my sweet little world.

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    1. Awww....names in pasta. How adorable is that...xxxxx

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    2. Camp smells are magic and it breaks my heart that a housing developer purchased it. sob.

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  48. Thanks for sharing about your book and congratulations!

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