A story by faculty member Lauren Groff appears at The New Yorker:

It was an old hunting camp shipwrecked in twenty miles of scrub. Our friend had seen a Florida panther sliding through the trees there a few days earlier. But things had been fraying in our hands, and the camp was free and silent, so I walked through the resistance of my cautious husband and my small boys, who had wanted hermit crabs and kites and wakeboards and sand for spring break. Instead, they got ancient sinkholes filled with ferns, potential death by cat.

Continue reading the story online, and you can also find Lauren’s discussion of the story here: http://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/this-week-in-fiction-lauren-groff-on-the-cult-of-motherhood.

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