The Wormlips Scrapbook

I told you I have no memory. I forgot one of the cool things about my trip East, when we went to visit the house where I grew up. Mom dropped Anna and me off in front so we could walk around. It’s a corner house so you can peek in from three sides. Five [...]

This is for Eleni and Jill, who are inexplicably pestering me for word from my journey East. I can’t imagine why. I’ll just put you to sleep. [Editor's note: I tried to post this last night, but I guess rural Vermont isn't noted for its reliable Internet access, so I'm writing from the Manchester, New [...]