One star filled night when the rest of the world was sleeping[1], a child was born.  This wasn’t just any ordinary child[2]; this child was destined to work at Camp Augusta.

Before the child could read, she was memorizing books and amazing her parents, who thought she actually could read.  She enjoyed playing make-believe games with her two year older sister[3], and learned what to do (and what not to do) by watching her.

By the time she actually could read, she wouldn’t stop reading[4]: in the car, late into the night[5], at grandma’s house, on campouts, through 80% of geometry class[6].

There were other things besides reading: dance, soccer, girl scouts, music[7], basketball, bike-riding, and pinochle[8].  She went to her first resident camp in the summer before third grade, which was a little scary and a lot of fun, never realizing that that was what she wanted to do[9] when she grew up[10].

Fast forward a few (twenty-ish) years, and here I am: a (mostly) grown woman, who’s worked at summer camps for the last few (dozen-ish) years.  I’m excited to have found Camp Augusta where I’ll be Master of Fun and Games, and to put my passion for stories and organization to use.

Hi!  I’m Colleen, the protagonist of that little introduction, and you might want to know a little bit more about me (currently).

  • I am more adept at cooking over a campfire than on a stove.
  • I like to write full length fantasy or science fiction novels in my free time (if you’re good at critiquing, editing, or happen to be a literary agent in search of an author to publish, I’d be happy to share a story with you).
  • I have two very expensive pieces of paper from a university you’ve probably heard of.
  • I have dozens of very inexpensive pieces of paper from campers you’ve never heard of.
  • I have a niece and a nephew, who are the best two people to be detectives or pirates with.
  • I can whistle like a train.
  • I can use my hair (when braided) to practice knot tying.
  • I can also tie a one-handed bowline (not in my hair, with a rope).
  • I don’t own a cell phone.  Or a camera.


Never stop learning.  Never stop playing.

[1] or at least a large portion of the west coast, or, strictly speaking, this actually took place during the day

[2] okay, it probably was pretty ordinary; it wasn’t like it had superpowers or green skin or anything remotely interesting

[3] such as dress-up, epic barbie adventures, and pretend barber shop with real scissors…mom was not pleased

[4] she would check out six library books at a time and have to go back before the week was through because she’d read them all

[5] “just one more chapter” often ended up with finishing the entire book

[6] that’s skipping ahead a bit, and to be fair, the first 20% of geometry class was spent doing that day’s homework assignment, so it wasn’t like she was missing anything important

[7] really excited for flute lessons for like two weeks and then fractured her arm in soccer, which put an abrupt end to her music career

[8] dad taught the girls how to play so they could play against grandma – never bid against grandma in pinochle

[9] live in a world of make-believe, play, and challenge? how could she not know that was what she wanted?

[10] not entirely sure she has “grown up” yet; what does that even mean?