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“9.” Theodore said, “This is that last number, and then everyone’s snoring tonight.”
“Theodore, wait!” Dad said.
“Now what?” Theordore said. “Don’t you get it? I’m not interested in being your Snore, anymore.”
“But I may have something else you would be interested in.”
“And what could that possibly be?” Theodore said. Continue reading
First Summer: Sasha the Rebel Cat
Sasha the Rebel Cat was the first camp story I wrote for my son, Eli. I didn’t want to bore him with the trivialities of the everyday, so I applied a little imagination to my letters.Read More…