The Wormlips Scrapbook

Letters from the Katie archive. Remember what I said in my “Katie” intro page about how funny Katie is? Well, these aren’t very funny. The thing is, it wasn’t a wildly amusing time. Dad, whom we adored, was failing physically. Six months after this first entry he was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease. Then he went and died on us. A funny thing happened at his funeral, though. The minister had poured Dad into a […]

Excerpts of letters from the Katie archive. January 24, 1999 Buono sera. Come sta? Gli spaghetti buono. Per favore, non capisco. Il bambino, Molly molu, dormire bene. [Good evening. How are you. The spaghetti good. Please, I don’t understand. The child, Molly, to sleep well.] That’s it. I can stand it no more. Arrivederci. Today I vacuumed the living room rug and found not a mouse, but just the tip of the snout, the part […]

Excerpts of letters from the Katie archive. February 10, 1999 We have beekeeping yet again today. It is warm, which means that the bees will be in a good mood. They sing a happy song as they fly hither and yon. I sang to Andy, most sweetly, ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my […]