“I can’t believe it’s afternoon already,” Momanita said. “I haven’t written yet today.” “I know. I’ve been napping all day.” To other hootmans this sounded like squeals and whistles, but not to Momanita. She MOSTLY understood cockatiel speak. I MOSTLY understood hootman talk. “I wasted the whole morning. I need to work more.” I knewContinue reading “Making The “A” List”