“The moment I open my eyes, grace smacks me sideways. Not a breath of this life do I deserve. It’s all completely wild and unwarranted. It’s grace, y’all.”
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I’m Ali.
I always wanted to be an architect. When I was young, I used Lincoln Logs to create blueprints of make believe houses with jack-and-jill bathrooms and secret passageways, and for my 11th birthday I asked for a book of floor plans. As a teenager, I enjoyed wandering through open houses and half-built homes, and in high school I interned with an architecture firm during the very early days of CAD. Eventually the technical side of architecture caused me to reconsider my dream of building structures; however, the act of building found me in a way that I never expected, and I am in love.
I have fallen in love with the architecture of words.
Constructing a delightful sentence is my art, and building the structure of a witty story compels me. Like a bashful teenager who makes eye contact with that smirky new kid of whom all the girls have been talking, I’m putty in the hands of a well-played metaphor. Words invite me to create with them, and together we build things of the heart and the soul and the spirit.
Here you will find some of those creations, and I invite you to wander around as long as you’d like.