Law school and summer camp are the two experiences that inform pretty much all I do.

I'm Jewish, but not overly religious, and have certainly never formally observed the Fourth Commandment, other than via the tradition of wearing white on Friday nights at summer camp, which never seemed to dovetail with the fact that Fridays were also the night for grape juice.

I went to this very disorganized Jewish summer camp in Maine called Camp Modin.

I was 13 and at summer camp when I had my first kiss.

I hate camping, but I love summer camp.

Acting school was summer camp, and I needed concentration camp. I had so many different ideas swirling between culture and how to tie things together.