The Wormlips Scrapbook

Do you ever look at this blog, Lulu? If so, please give a peep via the blog’s peep mechanism. I’m writing to show you this picture I took for you a few minutes ago in our backyard.

Okay, this is really weird. As soon as I left for college back in nineteen-aught-seventy-two, my mother started sending clippings: first, newspaper articles about acquaintances’ weddings. Then the jobs, honors and children of these same people. Now, of course, the deaths have started rolling in, mostly of adults important to me when I was young, [...]

Shirley asked me to write a note to Christopher. I did, and slid it into the sock that I gave Shirley. She put them atop his diminutive white casket at the funeral. Dear Christopher, I tried to make you a pair of socks but they came out funky. Here’s one of them. I threw out [...]