The Wormlips Scrapbook

There’s a slate-grey rat asleep at the back of my neck, small and effective claws dug into my skin to ensure stability should I suddenly get up and dance, or should an earthquake strike. We’ve had several of the latter situation lately. Last week, a high-3 on the Richter served as an alarm clock. It [...]

More sleep-talking news, this from last night. Eleni claims I said it. I deny it: “We’re going to sprout wings and fly far far away, but first: I’m waiting for Emmy to tell me what part of speech that is.” If you’d ever tried to teach grammar, you’d say the same thing. Back in the [...]

I forgot to tell you something about my mother. She’s the one who mailed Dad’s engagement ring to me uninsured “because I didn’t like the looks of the woman at the post office.” She hadn’t wanted the agent to know something valuable was inside the box. Whenever I go East, I try to pack up [...]