Beth Gordon: April Sixteenth Two Thousand Seventeen

April Sixteenth Two Thousand Seventeen I know this is not my sofa, the fabric chosen and passed down by long-dead cousins with unlucky fates: bladder tumors, explosive hearts, a knack for betting the mortgage payment on a losing horse, these dogs are not my dogs. I’m going to have to recalibrate my expectations, the cats […]

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