The Wormlips Scrapbook

When I put fourteen crickets into Gecka Louise’s cage last night, I never dreamed she’d eat them all.

Ryan on the Moor This is my great-nephew: on a hike, and getting his first haircut. The photos were taken by his grandmother, who also happens to be my baby sister and, though I hesitate to admit it, one of the cleverest people you’ll ever meet. . . . . . . . . . [...]

Today I had to get my cast changed. I took the bus to Kaiser, riding in a backwards-seat next to an old woman who hadn’t bathed since shortly after birth. Happily, my favorite cast tech in the world was working today — the one who enlightened me, a broken foot or two ago, about the [...]