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Auntie Rachel reads the classics
Lil’ Monkey literally sucks the words out of her auntie’s mouth with her eyes, as she reads the beloved children’s classic about a duck’s near-fois gras adventures. I have renewed compassion for Scheherazade. There seem to be two kinds of weblog posters, the peripatetic, prolific types — the digital equivalents
We met the Ancient Mariner at the zoo
The zoo was a drab sepia, but for the lone, might-poop-if-we-wait-long-enough monkey. Who was actually not the Ancient Mariner referred to in the title above. Read on. We met the Ancient Mariner the other day at the zoo. The lil’ monkey and I went there in hopes of revisiting the