I got to go to Art Camp this year, and last for that matter, at the incredible Camp Wandawega in Elkhorn, Wisconsin.  And every year I marvel at the genius behind the owner’s recreation of this place, the love and care, the thrifting, the work that goes into it.  And every year it is like a writer’s retreat that I actually have time for in my parenting schedule.  Just one long weekend, where I am fed amazing things, meet other makers of art, objects, music, and generally get to sit and write and fill up the tank.  I keep holing up in the treehouse and working on records and novels.  I am the luckiest.  Here I am with the autoharp.