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Happy weekend from the animal hoarders

The last time I visited my mother, she had sixteen or seventeen dogs. During my high school years, there were also birds. Hundreds of them. And before she met my father, she kept more than thirty cats in a small apartment. She was encouraged in these animal hoarding tendencies from a young age. Mom was five when my grandmother, who . . .

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Calm down there, Heathcliff

Reading all the translations of Flaubert’s “cracked cauldron” line, CAAF envisions a writer endlessly revising the one sentence.

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