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The black-eyed dog he called for more
This morning, we found ourselves awake and up at 6:30, which turned out to be 7:30 because of springing forward. We drank a lot of coffee and read the paper (online of course), and then we drove into town. The best breakfast place in the region is a health-food store...
We’re marching to a faster pace, look out, here comes the master race
The mania of spring is infecting our hermetic little threesome. Dingo has been bounding around outside all day like a humpy rabbit, barking at snow drip-melting off the roof and fluffing his suddenly-shedding fur in the breeze and sunlight. After an...
Hey little girl, is your daddy home
When I was 18, after I’d been living in the French countryside for about a month, I was asked to make mincemeat for the family I worked for. “I’ll show you how,” said Vivian, the lady of the house, a tiny Englishwoman in her late 30s with a coppery, loose bun and dark...