In Praise of Chipmunking by Richard Chiappone
About 4:00 this morning, I was sitting alone in the dark living room, laughing. My wife and the cat were in our bed (and I use the word “our” to include the cat’s proprietary attitude about household furnishings and everything else in this place). I was having trouble sleeping—imagine that: a writer with bad sleep […]
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