Work on T to Pal continues, aided muchly by the inspiring work of Ibtisam Barakat. I encourage you to check out her memoirs about growing up in the West Bank. She writes with much heart, in an unpretentious poetical style. Meanwhile, a writing friend and I are having trouble deciding whose relationship with Grammar is more tortured. Who takes the “ungrammar prize,” she or I.
Oh, grammary graham-crackery Grammar, will I ever know you? You continue to vex and torment me. I try to capture you in my butterfly net, but you wriggle free or fly off, one-winged.
Shouldn’t I have you down by now?
I want to know once and for all when to use your colons and semi-colons, how to bridge your dashes and hyphens, build pyramids with your question marks and quotation marks, and fly to outer space with your paragraph breaks and dot dot dots.