Sciurid Love Marmota monax. Land-beaver, woodchuck, whistle-pig Seeks the glowing embrace of Spring. Doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, only uses recreational drugs as prescribed Must be willing to relocate, like feeling your claws in the sweet soil, have good posture, be able to carry a tune. Will rise from his sepulcher, every day, damp and cold, only to greet you, to welcome you home to the...

At first, I would eat anything I could get my hands on, which included bleach and matches. Sometimes on weekends, my mother would make crepes, sopping with butter and sugar, or what she called French Doughnuts, greasy and covered in powdered sugar, for my brother Scott and I, while regaling us of tales of her time spent in France. My father made pancakes for us weekdays, which were always burnt...