“Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el mocho was, essentially, to call him "Stumpy" or "the maimed one." It doesn't sound particularly flattering,… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“He had curled himself up into a minature sphere in the farthest corner of the box, a fuzzy softball that would have fit eaisly… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“This displacement between then and now created an ever-present sense of unease, like a low-frequency sound she couldn't hear clearly enough to identify, but… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“I think the thing that drove me craziest was wondering why? Why me, why my apartment? The most maddening thing to accept is that… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
So I didn't adopt Homer because he was cute and little and sweet, or because he was helpless and needed me. I adopted him… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“I'd understood that when you see something so fundamentally worthwhile in somebody else, you don't look for all the reasons that might keep it… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“A friend once asked me why it was that stories about animals and their heroism...are so compelling. ...we love them because they're the closest… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“The beauty of having nothing to lose is that you have everything to gain” — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
“Homer would scuttle up the side of my denim-clad leg (to this day, there’s nothing he loves climbing so much as a pair of… — Gwen Cooper Copy Share Image
