Word by Word

Creating myself one word at a time.

Butcher Shop

Picture it. The Nile River serenely floats through the middle of Cairo. Sitting in the middle of the Nile is an island called Zamalek. It is the home of small embassies, short lanes with four-story buildings and many small restaurants—including the best schwarma stand ever. Along with the gelato shop and an amazing Italian joint, …

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“I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.

Adult stories never made sense, and they were so slow to start. They made me feel like there were secrets, Masonic, mythic secrets, to adulthood. Why didn’t adults want to read about Narnia, about secret islands and smugglers and dangerous fairies?”

–Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

June 11, 2014

Stacks of books

There is a corner of the Internet where I spend a lot of time. It’s the corner with the readers and writers of books. It’s the place where you hashtag “amreading” or “amwriting” proudly. It’s the corner where people support each other with writing sprints or beta reading their work. This corner of the Internet …

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June 4, 2014

My six year-old informed his older sister, who is in high school, that the text he’d just read was, in fact, informational text. The implication being it was fact and she should not argue with him. I’m raising a future debater. I can just feel it.

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