The Wormlips Scrapbook

Mom was at a church-lady meeting at the other day, where the biddies were discussing pros and cons of constructing a new holy building. At the end of much debate, a certain Mrs. R____ [not my mother this time], chimed in. “I say we should grab the bull by the balls and run with it.” [...]

You know what’s a pretty word? Madrugada. (It means dawn.) Poor Eleni. Every time we video chat, I give her a cursory greeting and then it’s Where’s Emmy? I want to talk to my baby! The good girl that she is, Eleni produces for the camera one perfect grandchild. I open my mouth as wide [...]

… or is it your left? No, wait. It’s the other volcano, and it needs to be behind you. Still, today I did manage to reach most of my intended destinations, circuitously, before they could disappear into the mist. I bought strong bug spray, cold medicines, a Rosca de Reyes (more about that tomorrow, on [...]