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 graphic designer and web developer with a degree in Economics. Wait, what? Based in scenic Oakland, California, he currently works as Creative Director for an investment firm in San Francisco. In addition to design and monies, his interests include books, music, motorcycling, photography, travel, cats, and serial commas.