The Wormlips Scrapbook

M-m-m-m-my [De]Generation

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In The Who’s 1965 hit My Generation, Roger Daltry tells us, “I hope I die before I get old.” While his sentiment may be a bit extreme (and by “old” he probably meant around forty), I see his point. Let me tell you about my own [de]generation. At my dentist appointment a couple weeks ago I overheard the doctor say to a patient in the next cubicle, “Your tooth looks fine. There’s nothing alarming. Not […]

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Tilt-a-Whirl

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“I would never want to go through what you have to,” I insisted. My friend and I were commiserating about our respective challenges in life. Among hers are frequent and debilitating episodes of vertigo.  Clearly, the universe, in its infinite cruelty, overheard me. A few days later, in the wee hours of the morning, I awoke to a world spinning violently. “Maybe it’ll go away,” I thought, returning to sleep. But each time I opened […]

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Nine-Pound Hammer

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For several weeks TJ and I have been writing chain stories back and forth (one person writes an installment and the other picks up where she left off), but it’s been ages since I last wrote here on Bloggy. Yikes: it was July 29. How’d that happen? I can’t tell you what’s been going on since then since it’s just a blur. Ember returned to me on August 10 and began school on the 15th. […]

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I Guess “Bloodlust” Has To Suffice

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Remember yesterday when I wrote about my sunflowers? “Three others are likewise showing their stuff, but who knows how long they’ll stand,” I told you. “I guess it’s just a matter of time.” I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, and I should have obeyed my instinct because this was the first thing I saw. This is war. Do you have any idea how hard I’ve worked and for how long, and […]

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