A Prayer for Owen Meany

When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

—John Irving

Ziad Ezzat

Ziad is a visual designer and front-end web developer with a degree in Economics. Wait, what? Based in beautiful Oakland, California, he currently works full-time as creative director, lead designer, and cat herder for his own freelance agency, Feral Creative Colony. In addition to design, his interests include literary fiction, music, motorcycles, photography, travel, cats, and serial commas.