Monthly Archives: August 2012

Conversation With My Mother

Me: Aw, I wish you could see Brautigan, Mother. Mother: Why, what’s he doing? Me: He’s clapping his little pudgy hands together! Mother: Oh, I like that… So precious! What’s he oooh-ing about? Me: He sees his jar of puffs. … Continue reading

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