So it turns out, I have a bit of a relationship with words.
In fact, I love them. When I was younger, I would often be scolded for ignoring my mother when she was calling me. Truthfully, though, I (usually) didn't hear her. I was instead galavanting with Mr. Tumnus or attending the latest meeting of the Babysitter's Club. Then I got older and suddenly was in the courtroom with John Grisham and casting spells with Hermoine and plotting daring escapes with the Count of Monte Cristo. (Sometimes I was even just reading the back of the milk carton at breakfast, just to have something to read. #nerdlife) Along the way, I was discovering new words, finding great delight in etymologies, and - real talk - leaning pretty hard into the English teacher stereotype. You know, the one who geeks out over a finely-tuned turn of phrase and that complex sentence that hums along ever-so-pleasantly. (It's fine; I've come to terms with it.)
This blog, then, is starting off as an exploration of this relationship, one of my longest to date. (Well, technically it started out as an assignment I gave my students, after which I felt a mild twinge of guilt about not modeling the practice for them. But *coughs* I've moved past that now.) For my own self, it's a chance to kick back and enjoy words for what they are, to think about how they can move us. They can provoke and sing and hover and perplex and a million other things in between. When I get a bit more courage, I hope to throw up some original fiction, and perhaps along the way, to see and illuminate a little more of the true Word too.
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