Substitute for Tears by Daniel Browne When I was a kid I was different from my peers, and I’ve often wondered why. Why was I the only one in my elementary school who carried a briefcase? When my mom asked me what my friends would want to dance to at my bar mitzvah, why didn’t I have a clue? The mystery is only heightened when I think back on my summers in camp. First there was Camp Shalom, a day […]