When I told my dad we were going to Egypt, his reply was this: “Will you learn how to walk like one?” Oh, Dad. But the answer was yes. Our camel guide at the pyramids made a joke about walking like Egyptians afterwards, and I thought he meant some version of being bow-legged. Now I … Continue reading Walking Like Egyptians
I’ve always known that there are few people in this world, and in this country, and in the neighboring state of Texas, who do not know anything about New Mexico. Whenever I encounter someone in New England who has been to New Mexico, I’m overjoyed because it means they know where it is! Even my well-meaning, extraordinarily intelligent friends ask questions … Continue reading Ten Questions You Shouldn’t Ask a New Mexican
This will not impress you unless you try it yourself. My poet friend shared this with me because he knows I like poems that do cool things. This one is a Square Stanza, Futility Closet by Lewis Carroll. It’s unique because it reads the same both across and down: Kudos, Lewis Carroll! I’m convinced it was the … Continue reading Square Poems
They Call Me Fushilou 